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Tight Rope
My words are weapons
In which I murder you with
Please don't get 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 the insane
Nothing will change
We are the same
We are the same
There is a thin line between what's good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line
But I will feel unstable
My life is a circus
And I'm tripping down the tightrope
Well there is nothing there to save me now
So I will not look down
And again and again and again and again
And it happens again and again and again
And it happens again and again and again and again
And it happens again and again and again
There is a thin line between what's good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line
But I will feel unstable
My life is a circus
And I'm tripping down the tightrope
There is nothing there to save me now
So I will not look down
There is a thin line between what's good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line
But I will feel unstable
My life is a circus
And I'm tripping down the tightrope
There is nothing there to save me now
I'm falling to the ground