Look alive, sunshine. 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.
Pumpin' out the Slaughtermatic sounds to keep you live.
System failure for the masses; empty matter for the master plan.
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny.
This one's for you rock'n'rollers. All you crash queens and motor babies listen up! The future is bulletproof; the aftermath secondary.
It's time to do it now and do it loud.
Killjoys make some noise!
For my security,
To every enemy
We're on your property,
Standing in V formation
Tough like a bullet shell,
Just like a sleeper cell.
I'd rather go to hell,
Than be in purgatory
Cut my hair,
Gag and bore me,
Pull this pin,
Let this world explode.