Warning, the following sounds are more than just hazardous
So line up and become the next of the willing victims
Don't you think of turning away from me
As the rhythm pounds deeper and deeper it's filling you in
I feel resistance, but no friction
And now that violence has become your aural fixation
Obsess over the loss of all your Innocence
Don't you think of turning away from me
Your flesh looks so ripe for the picking
I'm dangerous
There is no point in pulling unches
I'm dangerous
And now it's time to face the music
Let's go
Deep down to that private place
Where you felt safe
I'm breaking the skin
Beneath your surface
You were so pure
You've let this sound surround you
And now it sits inside
You've let this sound surround you
And now I lay bedside
I'm under your skin without incision or syringe
And I can still see aprkle in your eye
Even from the inside
There are sounds that can shut down your senses
And render you helpless
Are you really listening?
They erode the awaareness of your surroundings
And distort your ordinary vision
Is it getting any clearer?
And where was teh caution printed ribbon?
And how could you have let this happen?
This cannot be stopped!
And if it's only a song then why are you so far gone?
I'm dangerous
There is no point in pulling punches
I'm dangerous
And now it is time to face the music
I'm dangerous
I'm dangerous