Killjoy Tribute The end is comin' and it's comin' up fast. Watch your back kid, cause we ain't gonna last. I'm just lookin' for a way out, I'm just lookin' for a way home. Gotta keep us both together, protect us til we're all grown. This world's too damn sharp, got edges made from broken glass and I'm already cut to pieces, I just want for you to pass through this. I wanna get you through this. I gotta get you through this. Need to save yah, need to keep yah, can't let this sharp world beat cha. Gotta pretend that in the end I did it, beat the trend, all your hurting wounds I'll mend, you know I'm more than just a friend. I'm your guardian angel, a caretaker. You know I'll be here, yeah, I'm no faker. 'Cause, the world already beat me, the world already broke me, but I'll be damned 'fore I let you just become part of the debris. Keep running kid, don't you ever look back. Even if I stop to fight 'em just keep right on your track. We're killjoys, baby and we make the choice daily to fight with noise bravely, we don't use our voice safely. Art is the weapon and your throat's the gun, you got pretty silver lips and one golden tongue. My fingers pen the bullets, yeah, I make your ammunition. When you first heard my words you called me a magician. Well, baby, that ain't true, I'm just a musician using all I've got to break us out of this prison. There's silence on the airways where'd the originals go? Look alive, Sunshine, I bet you know. Party Poison, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, Kid Cobra; your reign as rebel kings is finally ovah but you know we'll carry on, sing your song, bang the gong, even though you're dead and gone we'll keep going strong. It's just you and me now, kid, gotta make our voices heard, Ultra Violent and her boy Ultra Sound, fighting with the power of words. We'll go until the sun comes down on this dead ghost town. It's a battle of guns and sound. Don't you turn around! You don't need to see me here, sprawled on the ground. I got 'em all for you, kid, even the round that was heading for your back but instead found a new home in my chest. Hey, kid calm down, you're coming unwound. I know you can rebound, you're fucking Ultra Sound! Hey, 'member how we were gonna be crowned the new rebel kings, punkest kids around? Do it for me, kid, you've got talent abound, you're gonna astound everyone you meet, you'll be renowned. 'Fraid I gotta go, though, kid, promise I'll see you around. a somewhat rap like #poem thing inspired by the MCR album 'Danger Days' #freeverse