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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
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