Look Alive, Sunshine
His voice slices through the static
His words as symbolic as my actions
I listen to him preach about keeping alive in a dead world
And scoff in disgust because I know that he's just talk
But I also know that he's the only thing that keeps us together
That keeps us Killjoys from falling into disjointed silence
He pumps out the slaught-o-matic sounds to keep us live, he says
And this music is louder than God's revolver
And twice as shiny, he says
And with these words he motivates us as an army
And inspires us like children
Urging us to fight through the day
To keep alive through everything the sun can throw at us
Just so we can fight for the moon to finally shine again
And let our grenades put more colour into the world than is currently legal
I love what he does
And hate what he fails to do
But as long as I'm a Killjoy
I will be blasting through the static
And tuning into Dr. Death Defying's radio show
Because I finally know how to look alive
