We were working secretly,
For the military,
Our experiment in sound,
Is 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,
What they wanted,
Was a sound that could kill someone,
From a distance,
So they go ahead,
And the meters were over in the red,
It's a mistake in the making,

From the painful cries of mothers,
To the terrifying scream,
We recorded each and put it into our machine,

But they told us,
What they wanted,
Was a sound that could kill someone,
From a distance,
So they go ahead,
And the meters were over in the red,
It's a mistake in the making,

You could feel,
Like falling in love,
It could be,
So fast (fast, fast),
It could feel so good,
It could seem to sleep,
But the dream is your enemy,

We won't be there to be played,
We won't be there, to smash,
I just pray that someone there can hit the switch,

But they told us,
What they wanted,
Was a sound that could kill someone,
From a distance,
So they go ahead,
And the meters were over in the red,

But they told us,
What they wanted,
Was a sound that could kill someone,
From a distance,
So they go ahead,
And the meters were over in the red,
It's a mistake we have made.