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