I want to know what it's like to be fearless

I think that that would feel rather cold

Exploited just as any weakness

A source of hubris for the bold

Some choose to fight and die for nothing

The fearless man does as he's told

Commanded by his ruthless leaders

With hearts of tar and banks of gold

My skull is filled with gasoline

The stereo just stands and screams

Then calm erupts before the fall

My phobia perplexes all

Under the cover of darkness (?)

I am abducted from my home

The order of the amp assembles

My ears are fitted with headphones

The hooded fellowship approaches

The members draped in crimson robes

They point emaciated fingers

At thier captive ampliphobe

My skull is filled with gasoline

The stereo just stands and screams

Then calm erupts before the fall

My phobia perplexes all