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 in-sane.
Nothing will ch-a-a-nge
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 I am trippin' down that Tightrope,
Well there is nothin' to save me now,
So I will not look down
And again, and again, and again, and it happens again.
and again, and aga-ain.
There's no beginning. There is no end.
There is only change.