Artista: Papa Roach
  Canción: Tight Rope

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 cybersluts
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 the tightrope
Well there is nothing there 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?
Ttake 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 that tightrope
There is nothing there to save me now
I'm falling to the ground

Falling to the ground, down to the ground

I speak of madness, my heart and soul
I cry for people who aint got control
Let's take our sanity, let's take compassion
And be responsible for every action
Hello, 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 there to save me now
So I will not look down
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 there to save me now
I'm falling to the ground

Down to the ground, all the way down
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