Paroles: New Mexican Disaster Squad. Abrasive Repulsive Disorder. Safety In Numbers.

Am I that much of a threat to you? ...I hope!
With tunnel vision and a lust for glass
Punch through!
When you're alone you cower
But when you're in numbers you're brave
Am I that much of a threat to you? ...I hope!
How ignorant can you get?
And with friends like that who needs enemies?
Well your friends aren't cool
And you're a fucking tool
'cause you act like you've got something to prove
You're not so fucking tough
And I've had enough