Tightrope

You're walking on a knife,

You can feel it bound up like a city

Stomach and your lungs fight to come up above,

But how much of it's your fault?

You couldn't have known

It could have come this far unforgiven

Your choice to stand up

Your choice to lay down

But you did what you did,

And that makes you who you are

And let me tell you that's fine with me

I wish I could see the future

I stand in one spot,

Frozen by luck

Pinnacle of feeling,

I wish I was fucked up

Bent from the weight

And my heads at hells gate,

Bend to kill wake thoughts

Dive into my altered states

Where nothing exists,

That I think I'll miss

Where nothing exists,

That I think I'll miss

Vision can kill

Just as simple as living in fear

Some of us hear bells,

Some of us don't

Beyond explanation

Nothing in this world,

Should tip you off your scales

Nothing in this world, ever seems fair

Nothing in this world is worth seeing you fail

Nothing in this world is worth seeing you fail

And let me tell you that's fine with me

I wish I could see the future