| 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 punches
|
| 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 the sparkle 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 awareness of your surroundings
|
| And distort your ordinary vision
|
| Is it getting any clearer?
|
| And where was the 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’s time to face the music
|
| I’m Dangerous
|
| I’m- |