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Tightrope (Hidden Track)
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 hand guns
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 a you, and a you, and a you, happen to you, and a you
And a you
There¡¯s 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
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, 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 ever reaction
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
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 to save me now
I¡¯m falling to the ground
Down to the ground, all the way down
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