Papa Roach

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 insane
nothing change
we are insane
nothing change

there is a thin line between what's 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's nothing to save me now
so i will not look down
and again and again and again
and again and again and again

there is no beginning, there is no end
there is only change
progression backwards
it is where we are heading
take back your soul, forget your emptiness

there is a thin line between what's 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's nothing to save me now
i'm falling to the ground

falling to the ground
falling to the ground

i speak of madness my heart and soul
i cry for people who ain't got control
let's take our sanity, let's take our passion
and we'll be responsible for every reaction
hell no, no how
but we know how

there is a thin line between what's 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's nothing to save me now
so i will not look down

there is a thin line between what's 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's nothing to save me now
i'm falling to the ground

down to the ground
on the ground
hit the ground