Without a point of view
I start in at the extreme
My mind is made up
I put it to the test

Let's not send this thing off without notice
Let's not act hastily
I project the images with a horrifying reality
A rare device
Your stance just a laugh
But our vices draw us closer
They draw us closer
A more powerful intoxication
A note of some urgency

Pressure to produce the goods
I am the action
I've been called a thousand things
You're not one of them
It consoles me
It frightens"