| TIGHT ROPE |
| 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 HOMIDICAL MINDS AND HANDGUNS WE ARE INSANE NOTHING WILL CHANGE WE ARE THE SAME NOTHING WILL CHANGE THERE'S A THIN LINE BETWEEN WHAT'S GOOD AND WHAT IS EVIL I WILL TITOE DOWN THAT LINE BUT I WILL FEEL UNSTABLE MY LIFE IS A CIRCUS AND I'M TRIPPING DOWN THE TIGHTROPE |