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