It seems like every word is a danger

And every spoken one, a knife

You talk and talk about nothing

But I still see the signs

I know I'm in danger...

It seems like every word is a hammer

That leaves a noisy metal trail

I try to run for cover

But my ear becomes the nail

And I know I'm in danger

From everything you say

With killing in fashion

I kneel down to pray

Get me out of this danger

My head begins to burn

I listen and listen

But I may never learn

I know I'm in danger

It seems like every word is electric

I carefully pick and I choose

But the force is unending

Setting heat to the fuse

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