Tightrope by Papa Roach [Rock Version]

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
Trippin down that tightrope
Well there is nothing to save me now so
I will not look down there's no beginning
There is no end there is only change
Progression backwards is this where we
Are heading take back your soul
Forget your emptiness

I speak of madness my heart and soul
I cry for people who ain't got control
Lets take our sanity lets take compassion
And be responsible for every action
Hell no no how
No way no way no way no how no way no how