The Monroe Doctrine Lyrics - Singles - Inner Surge

Shot dead. 

Stopped 

Flames 

Lights 

Snuffed out 

For reasons publicly undefined 

Malcolm is on stage tonight 

Fred Hampton is in bed doing fine 

An unplanned development 

At the end of an era 

A feast of decline 

The poor crawling naked 

Outside of god's shrine 

Put on your preacher's suit 

And paint your face on 

We're going profiteering 

Sing our little song 

I can feel my blood boil 

Burning deep inside like oil 

At the end of an era 

A feast of decline 

The poor crawling naked 

Outside of god's shrine 

Put on your preacher's suit 

And paint your face on 

We're going profiteering 

Sing our little song 

The patriots are thirsty 

Feed them some PR 

We want the young fat ones 

To soak up the scars 

More stats for the frontlines 

A financial war 

Economist armies 

To deal with the poor 

Sometimes when you kill a man 

He speaks through other mouths 

He becomes an army 

He arranges a crowd 

Score another point for the herd mentality 

Praise irrelevant myths 

Pervert morality 

Forced rituals 

Death in perpetuity 

Cover up truths 

To form your own history 

Lining up at your door 

We won't wait anymore 

To break down the Master's house 

They say you can't use his tools 

But if a tool's the right one 

It's the one I will use 

They say 

"Let the small people debate 

Hum a familiar note 

Watch them salivate 

Let the small people obey 

Hum a familiar note 

Frame the debate"