作词 : John Boecklin/Doc Coyle
 作曲 : John Boecklin/Tommy Vext/Doc Coyle
You think this is a f**king game?
I cancelled the bill, I came to bring the pain
Your f**king censorship won't keep me in my seat again
We're all forsaken I can't take it anymore
You bow before the throne another junkie rapist whore
Kill kill kill the consumerist
And use the slit to get f**ked for the fame
Nothing is ever what it seems
Is this the best that we can be?
Nothing is ever what it seems
Is this the best that we can be?
Fading to the memories
Kill kill kill the consumerist
So grab your pitchforks
Another noose to drag these f**king slaves
Are you ready for the kick off
Kill kill kill the consumerist
Buy a plot and dig your motherf**kin' grave
Nothing is ever what it seems
Is this the best that we can be?
Nothing is ever what it seems
Is this the best that we can be?
Fading to the memories
Kill kill kill the consumerist
And the shepherds been misled
You keep worshipping the dead
Fading to the memories
Kill kill kill the consumerist
Be careful of the gods your children chose
They're worshipping an excremental throne
Now break the f**king mold
Nothing is ever what it seems
Is this the best that we can be?
Nothing is ever what it seems
Is this the best that we can be?
Fading to the memories
Kill kill kill the consumerist
And the shepherds been misled
You keep worshipping the dead
Fading to the memories
Kill kill kill the consumerist