My words are weapons

In which I murder you with

Please dont 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

Chores:

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 im

Trippin down that tight rope, 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

Theres no beginning

There is no end

There is only change

Progression, backwards

Is this were we are heading?

Take back your soul

Forget your emptiness

Chores:

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 im

Trippin down that tight rope, well

There is nothing to save me now

Im falling to the ground

Falling to the ground

Down to the ground

Yeah

I speak of madness, my heart and soul

I cry for people who aint got control

Lets take our sanity, lets take compassion

And be responsible for every action

Hell no

No how

Away, away, away no how

Away no how

Chores:

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 im

Trippin down that tight rope, well

There is nothing to save me now, so

I will not look down