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 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