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 the same nothing
 nothing will change
 we are the same
 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
 so i will not look down
 and it happens again and again and again