Tight Rope

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.



*taken from the song 'Tight Rope' by Papa Roach...