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 a terrifying scream
We recorded it and put it into our machine

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

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
And the public are warned to stay off