Tightrope 2020 Papa Roach

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 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 that tightrope
Well, there is nothing to save me now
So I will not look down

And again, and again, and again
And 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 that tightrope
Well, there is nothing to save me now
So I will not look down

Falling to the ground
Down to the ground
All the way down

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 compassion
And be responsible for every action
Hell no, no how, no way, no way
No way, no how, no way, no 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 that tightrope
Well, there is nothing to save me now
I'm falling to the ground

Falling to the ground
All the way down
Hidden in the dirt