My words are weapons in which I murder you with, but please don't get scared. Please do not turn your head. We are the future the 21st. century, dyslexic, glue sniffing, cybersluts with homicidal minds and handguns. We are insane. Nothing will change. There is a thin line between what's good and what is evil. I will tiptoe down that line but I feel unstable. My life is a circus and I'm tripping down the tightrope. There's nothing left to save me now. I'm falling to the ground.

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Thanks to (Katherine) for correcting these lyrics. May 27, 2008

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