Tightrope Songtext
von Papa Roach

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