Tight Rope by Papa Roach

My words are weapons in which I murder you with please don't be scared please
do not turn your head we are the future the 21st. century dyslexic glue
sniffing cybersluts with homicidal minds and handguns we are insane nothing
will change we are insane nothing will change there is a thin line between
what is good and what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will
feel unstable my life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well
there is nothing to save me now so i will not look down and again and again
and again it happens again and again and again there's no beginning there is
no end there is only change progression backwards is this where we are
heading take back your soul forget your emptiness there is a thin line
between what is good and what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I
will feel unstable my life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope
well there is nothing to save me now I'm falling to the ground falling to the
ground down to the ground i speak of madness my heart and soul I cry for
people who aint got control lets take our sanity lets take compassion and be
responsible for every action hell no know how the way the way the way know
how the way know how there is a thin line between what is good and what is
evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable my life is a
circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well there is nothing to save me
now so I will not look down there is a thin line between what is good and
what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable my
life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well there is nothing
to save me now I'm falling to the ground down to the ground all the way down.