I put my hands up to my eyes
Try to seize the image of your world
Count down inside of me
Nothing is real; nothing is the way it seems.
2000 years of filtered lies and culture domination, static rejoicing worms on power should've asked themselves: Did you really think you can call up the devil and ask him to behave?
We march in lines to shut you up
The riot switch you once neglected now is on
Explosive switch designed by you
Your censured world is back to fuck you up
In lines you crash, go meet your god
Manipulated voltage blows it up
Revenging soldiers fought for you
This riot switch is on to fuck you up.
And with a violent come down
Revolting pieces now so pure
A new belief in greater good
A beta version of the truth
Encouraging the power inside youâ?¦ Inside of you.
Nothing is real; nothing is the way it seems
Gather around to heal the scratches on your knees.
Of empty wars and weakness, fear and shattered dreams
Ignite the riot switch and riot down the bricks.
We march in lines to shut you up
The riot switch you once neglected now is on
Explosive switch designed by you
You really thought you couldâ?¦
In lines you crash go meet your god
Manipulated voltage blows it up
Revenging soldiers fought for you
This riot switch is on toâ?¦
 
We march in lines to shut you up
The riot switch you once neglected now is on.
Explosive switch designed by you
You really thought you couldâ?¦
Nothing is real; nothing is the way it seems.