109 in the sky but the pigs won’t quit,
you’re here with me, Dr Death Defying.
I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter,
pumping out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you live.
A system failure for the masses, anti-matter for the master plan.
Louder than God’s revolver and twice as shiny.
This one’s for all you rock ‘n’ rollers,
you crash queens and motorbabies.
The future is bulletproof.
The aftermath is secondary.
It’s time to do it now and do it loud.
Killjoys, make some noise!