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, Cyber Sluts. 

With Homicidal Minds and hand-guns. 

We are Insane. 

Nothing will change. 

We are In-sane. 

Nothing will ch-a-a-nge 

There is a thin line between what is Good and what is Evil, 
And, I will tip-toe down that line but I will feel unstable, 
My life is a circus and I am trippin' down that Tightrope, 
Well there is nothin' to save me now, 
So I will not look down 
 

And again, and again, and again, and it happens again. 
and again, and aga-ain. 
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 emptyness 
 


There is a thin line between what is Good and what is Evil, 
And, I will tip-toe down that line but I will feel unstable. 
My life is a circus and I am trippin' down the Tightrope. 
Well there is nothin' to save me now, 
I'm falling to the ground 
 

Falling to the ground, 
down to the ground, 
 

I speak of maddness, My heart and soul, 
I cry for people who ain't got control. 
Let's take our sanity, Let's take compassion, 
And be responsible for every action 
 

Hell no, No How 
No way, No way, No way, No how 
No way, No how 
 

 

Down to the ground 
All the way down 
(Hidden in the dirt) 

(с) Papa Roach - Tightrope (Hidden Track)
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