Rebel
Killradio Lyrics

We're the devils parents rise against,
We are the ones who the holy rollers condemn and speak against,

Done nothing but raise themselves.
We have survived and thrived on our own, without relying on the approval of others.

These holy rollers judge them
The religious zealots pass judgement on us.

And sentence them to hell.
They condemn us to eternal damnation without considering our perspective.

For asking them too many questions,
We ask too many questions and challenge their authority.

Searching high and low for truth.
We seek the truth and question everything blindly accepted by the masses.

Well they went to the tree of knowledge
We went to the source of knowledge and understanding.

And picked all the forbidden fruit.
We explored and embraced the knowledge others deem as forbidden or taboo.

And they passed it to the people
We shared our knowledge and understanding with others.

They asked why'd you steal for us?
Others wonder why we would risk it all to share our insights with them.

There's a little devil in everyone
We acknowledge that within everyone there is a rebellious spirit.

One of God's fallen angels.
We view ourselves as some of God's outcast angels, rejected by the mainstream.

This is not a test, this is not a gift,
This is not something given or bestowed on us, nor is it trivial.

This is not for me, this is payback.
It is not personal, but rather a mission to seek justice against those who oppress us.

This all for keeps, this is all to keep,
Our mission is an ongoing struggle to preserve our freedoms and way of life.

A world burned out, this is not for me.
The world we live in has burned out and we need to build it up again together.

This is not for me!
We take up this challenge not for personal gain, but for a greater purpose.

Rebel, Rebel, Rebel
We call for rebellion against the status quo.

You might as well
You might as well join us as we seek change.

We're all going to hell
The path towards change is difficult, and those who stand with us may also face harsh consequences from the oppressive forces we oppose.

This paradise is hell
The so-called paradise we live in is actually hellish in many ways.

August 7th, 1979 slipped out the womb
The artist's birthdate is August 7th, 1979.

Never gonna look behind
The artist focuses on looking forward, never backward.

Teeth clinched tight on the here and now.
The artist is determined to focus on the present moment and make the most of it.

Reality drags me but don't bring me down.
The realities and struggles of life do not bring the artist down.

Intelligence, self inflicting tool.
Intelligence and awareness can sometimes feel like a double-edged sword, causing more pain than joy.

Slit wrists standing in a pool.
The artist references self-harm as a symbol of their struggles.

Well we're all lost, we're all confused.
We are collectively all struggling and navigating life's challenges.

I just do what I do knowing I'll get through.
The artist remains committed to their mission despite obstacles and challenges, trusting that they will persevere.

Fallen angel [x7]
The artist repeats this phrase several times, emphasizing their identity as a rejected or outcast figure.

Fallen angel fall.
The artist desires to fall from grace and join the rebellious and marginalized.

We're the voice of resistance in defense of the defenseless.
The artist aligns themselves with and seeks to defend those who are oppressed and powerless.

The choice of generations weighed down by institutions.
The institutions and systems we inherit can weigh us down and limit our potential.

With nerve to be reporters in a media blitz distortion.
The artist asserts that they have the audacity to challenge the media narratives and distortions that shape our perceptions.

Our ideas are dangerous.
The artist recognizes that the ideas they champion are seen as subversive and threatening by those in power.

Ammunition is our slogan.
The artist sees their ideas and mission as weapons to fight against an oppressive status quo.