| My words are weapons
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| In which I murder you with
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| Please don't be scared
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| Please do not turn your head
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| We are the future, the 21st century dyslexic
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| Glue-sniffing cyber sluts
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| With homicidal minds and handguns
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| We are insane
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| Nothing will change
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| We are insane
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| Nothing will change
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| There is a thin line between what is good and what is evil
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| And I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
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| My life is a circus and I am trippin' down that tightrope
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| Well there is nothing to save me now so I will not look down
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| And again
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| And again
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| And again
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| And it happens again
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| And again
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| And again
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| There's no beginning
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| There is no end
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| There is only change
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| Progression backwards
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| Is this where we are heading?
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| Take back your soul
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| Forget your emptiness
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| There is a thin line between what is good and what is evil
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| And I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
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| My life is a circus and I am trippin' down that tightrope
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| Well there is nothing to save me now so I will not look down
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| Fallin' to the ground
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| Down to the ground
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| All the way down
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| I speak of madness, my heart and soul
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| I cry for people who ain't got control
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| Let's take our sanity, let's take compassion
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| And be responsible for every action
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| Hell no, no how, no way, no way, no way, no how
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| No way, no how
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| There is a thin line between what is good and what is evil
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| And I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
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| My life is a circus and I am trippin' down that tightrope
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| Well there is nothing to save me now, I'm fallin' to the ground
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| Fallin' to the ground
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| All the way down
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| Hidden in the dirt |