Papa Roach

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 dislexic, 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 trippin 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
Theres no beginning, there is no end
There is only change
Progression backwards, is this where we are heading?
Take bck your soul, forget your emptiness