Song lyrics Tightrope the thin line by Papa Roach

My words are weapons, in which I murder you with
Please donīt 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 the same, we are the same

There is a thin line between whatīs good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but, I ainīt feeling unstable
My life is a circus, and Iīm 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 again, and it happens again
And again, and again, and it happens again
And again, and again, and again, and it happens again
And again, and again

There is a thin line between whatīs good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but, I ainīt feeling unstable
My life is a circus, and Iīm tripping down the tightrope
Well there is nothing there to save me now so, I will not look down

Oh .. no .. oh .. no .. no
Oh .. no .. oh .. no .. no

There is a thin line between whatīs good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but, I will feel unstable
My life is a circus, and Iīm tripping down the tightrope
Well there is nothing there to save me now, Iīm falling to the ground