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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'll change
We are insane
We are insane
There is a thin line between
What is good and what is evil and
I will tiptoe down that line
But I'll feel unstable
My life is a circus
And I am tripping down that tightrope
There is nothing there to save me now
So I will not look down
Again, and again, and again, and again
And it happens again
And again, and again
Play out that again, and again, and again, and again
And it happens again
And again, and again
There is a thin line between
What is good and what is evil and
I will tiptoe down that line
But I'll feel unstable
My life is a circus
And I am tripping down that tightrope
There is nothing there to save me now
So I will not look down
Oh, no, ooh, no
Oh, no, ooh, no
Oh, no, ooh, no
There is a thin line between
What is good and what is evil and
I will tiptoe down that line
But I'll feel unstable
My life is a circus
And I am tripping down that tightrope
There is nothing there to save me now
I'm falling to the ground
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