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. 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 your rock ‘n’ rollers. All you crash queens and motor babies.
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!
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