Look alive, sunshine. 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit, you're here with me, Doctor Death Defying.
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter, pumping up the slaughter-matic sounds to keep you live, a system failure for the masses, antimatter for the master plan.
Louder than god's revolver, and twice as shiny. This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers, all you crashqueens and motorbabies, listen up!

The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary. It's time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys, make some noise!