Papa Roach

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 handguns

We are insane
Nothing will change
We are insane
Nothing will change

Chores:
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’m
Trippin’ down that tight rope, 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