Inquisition Open Letter
Stop talking about politics
It makes no sense
(Stop) Lying to the people
You are trying to convince
(Stop) Your words are meaningless
They only fill up space
(We are the) Paint in the picture
You are trying to erase, erase, erase, erase
Minds on fire strike the match [x2]
You are the preacher man
Why do you tell me what to do?
And the policemen
Why do you tell me what to do?
You are the man on stage
And with someone else’s rage
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
Erase, erase, erase
Minds on fire strike the match [x2]
You are the voices of our parents putting fears into
our head
Circumcise us when we’re born you pound the nails in
when we’re dead
You keep us from each other
Class and color gender crash
Remember revolution minds on fire strike the match
Teacher
World leader
Deceiver
And media repeater
I am the blank page
Written only with my rage
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
You are the preacher man
Why do you tell me what to do?
And the policemen
Why do you tell me what to do?
You are the man on stage
Stealing someone else’s rage
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
Cause I know, I know
That I will, I will
Take back what you stole from me
I will, I will
No, no, no, no
I will, I will steal back
Stop talking about politics
It makes no sense
(Stop) Lying to the people
You are trying to convince
(Stop) Your words are meaningless
They only fill up space
(We are the) Paint in the picture
You are trying to erase, erase, erase
Minds on fire strike the match [x2]