作词 : Matthew Stephenson
 作曲 : Matthew Stephenson
Always on the run
Facial recognition pandemonium
Pixelated for the cameras
Formulated free in the land of the
It's a million trolls, it's a million guns
Ensuring death under a dying sun
All we have shown is the cellphones, shotgun
As you hand it, it’s not my favourite in the war club
****s the system up
You **** her heart until she cums
(Falling with the-)
But the cum is not enough
'Till she puts her head up ‘till she's stuffed
Into the world stepping out of a prison
Running out with a brace, she affected
Hesitating for the neck and the inceptions
Our only chance to escape this
Next level heaven
**** up your face
**** up your face
**** up your face
**** up your
Watch her troath burn
Headlock, forced control
Waiting from another corner of the back room
But when they look at you without a dome (Captured)
Did you get another for it, no spare time
Don’t share the molotov
Searching all contraptions
Political rapture
A bunch of guessing, possessing a cryptic password
****ing bastard, famous last words
She better tell me that word
Or would she bloody laugh, it's bloody plan
And I’m talkin’ ****in’ garbage bags
(Watch me as I rip your goddamn)
(**** up your) Face
**** up your face
**** up your face
**** up your face
**** up your face