Papa Roach - Tightrope

My^Am words are^Em weapons, in^G which I ^Dsus2murder you with Pl^Amease don't^Em be scared, ^Gplease do^Dsus2 not turn your head We^Am are the f^Emuture, the 2^G1st centu^Dsus2ry dyslexic, glue sniffing c^Amybersluts^Em With ho^Gmicidal minds and h^Dsus2andguns We are i^Amnsane, nothing will c^Ehange We are i^Csus7nsane, nothing will c^Dsus2hange

Th^Amere is a thin^G line between what is ^Egood and what is evil and ^E7 I ^Amwill tiptoe d^Emown that line, but I ^Fwill feel unstable My^Am life is a ci^Grcus and I am tri^Epping down that tightrope ^E7 We^Amll, there is nothing to sa^Gve me now, so ^FI will not look down And a^Amgain, and ^Emagain, and a^Ggain, and it ^Dsus2happens aga^Amin And a^Amgain, and ^Emagain ^G

Th^Amere's no b^Emeginning^G, there i^Dsus2s no end^Am Th^Amere is only c^Emhange^G Pr^Amogression ^Embackwards, i^Gs this wh^Dsus2ere we are heading? Ta^Amke back your s^Emoul, forget yo^Gur emptin^Dsus2ess

Th^Amere is a thin^G line between what is ^Egood and what is evil and ^E7 I ^Amwill tiptoe d^Emown that line, but I ^Fwill feel unstable My^Am life is a ci^Grcus and I am tri^Epping down that tightrope ^E7 We^Amll, there is nothing to sa^Gve me now, I'm f^Falling to the ground ^{Am Em} Falling to the^G ground,^Dsus2 down to the groun^Amd, ^Em yeah ^{G Dsus2}

I ^Amspeak of madness, my h^Emeart and soul I ^Gcry for people who ai^Dsus2n't got control Le^Amt's take our sanity, le^Emt's take compassion An^Gd be responsible for ^Dsus2every action Hell ^Amno, know h^Emow, the way,^G the way, the^Dsus2 way know h^Amow The w^Amay know ho^Emw ^G

Th^Amere is a thin^G line between what is ^Egood and what is evil and ^E7 I ^Amwill tiptoe d^Emown that line, but I ^Fwill feel unstable My^Am life is a ci^Grcus and I am tri^Epping down that tightrope ^E7 We^Amll, there is nothing to sa^Gve me now, so I ^Fwill not look down

Th^Amere is a thin^G line between what is ^Egood and what is evil and ^E7 I ^Amwill tiptoe d^Emown that line, but I ^Fwill feel unstable My^Am life is a ci^Grcus and I am tri^Epping down that tightrope ^E7 We^Amll, there is nothing to sa^Gve me now, I'm f^Falling to the ground ^{Am Em} Down to the gr^Gound, al^Dsus2l the way do^Amwn, ^Emhidden in the ^Gdirt ^Dsus2