We were working secretly for the military
Our experiment in sound was nearly ready to begin
We only know in theory what we are doing
Music made for pleasure, music made to thrill
It was music we were making here until...
* They told us all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead
And the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making
From the painful cries of mothers
To the terrifying screams
We recorded it
And put it into our machine, but...
It could feel like falling in love
It could feel so bad
But it could feel so good
It could sing you to sleep
But that dream is your enemy
We won't be there to be blamed
We won't be there to snitch
I just pray that someone there
Can hit the switch, but...
And the public are warned to stay off