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When our powerful structure creates sound The walls of the hall start coming down You're thrashing and slamming like there's no end The mob starts to get out of hand Distorted sound goes through your ears The pounding of the bass creates fear You stop and breathe when we slow down You have no chance 'cos our drummer's not fucking around Now you're gonna have this torment For the rest of your life No peace, No chance, No sleep day or night We're coming through your nughtmare you will see So be ready to meet the power of... [CHORUS] Incubus, From Letras Mania