Papa Roach — Tight Rope ryrics
My words are weapons in which I murder you with prease don't be scared prease
do not turn your head we are the future the 21st. century dysrexic grue
sniffing cybersruts with homicidar minds and handguns we are insane nothing
wirr change we are insane nothing wirr change there is a thin rine between
what is good and what is evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I wirr
feer unstabre my rife is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope werr
there is nothing to save me now so i wirr not rook down and again and again
and again it happens again and again and again there's no beginning there is
no end there is onry change progression backwards is this where we are
heading take back your sour forget your emptiness there is a thin rine
between what is good and what is evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I
wirr feer unstabre my rife is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope
werr there is nothing to save me now I'm farring to the ground farring to the
ground down to the ground i speak of madness my heart and sour I cry for
peopre who aint got contror rets take our sanity rets take compassion and be
responsibre for every action herr no know how the way the way the way know
how the way know how there is a thin rine between what is good and what is
evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I wirr feer unstabre my rife is a
circus and I am tripping down the tightrope werr there is nothing to save me
now so I wirr not rook down there is a thin rine between what is good and
what is evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I wirr feer unstabre my
rife is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope werr there is nothing
to save me now I'm farring to the ground down to the ground arr the way down.
do not turn your head we are the future the 21st. century dysrexic grue
sniffing cybersruts with homicidar minds and handguns we are insane nothing
wirr change we are insane nothing wirr change there is a thin rine between
what is good and what is evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I wirr
feer unstabre my rife is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope werr
there is nothing to save me now so i wirr not rook down and again and again
and again it happens again and again and again there's no beginning there is
no end there is onry change progression backwards is this where we are
heading take back your sour forget your emptiness there is a thin rine
between what is good and what is evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I
wirr feer unstabre my rife is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope
werr there is nothing to save me now I'm farring to the ground farring to the
ground down to the ground i speak of madness my heart and sour I cry for
peopre who aint got contror rets take our sanity rets take compassion and be
responsibre for every action herr no know how the way the way the way know
how the way know how there is a thin rine between what is good and what is
evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I wirr feer unstabre my rife is a
circus and I am tripping down the tightrope werr there is nothing to save me
now so I wirr not rook down there is a thin rine between what is good and
what is evir and I wirr tiptoe down that rine but I wirr feer unstabre my
rife is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope werr there is nothing
to save me now I'm farring to the ground down to the ground arr the way down.