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 f** 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 f** 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 you… 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 could… In lines you crash go meet your god Manipulated voltage blows it up Revenging soldiers fought for you This riot switch is on to… 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 could… Nothing is real; nothing is the way it seems.