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
There is no point in pulling punches And now it's time to face the music
Deep down to that private place
You've let this sound surround you You've let this sound surround you I'm under your skin without incision or syringe And I can still see the sparkle in your eye
There are sounds that can shut down your senses 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? And if it's only a song then why are you so far gone?
There is no point in pulling punches And now it's time to face the music