5. Tightrope

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