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