Tight Rope, Tight Lies

None of us want to walk the tightrope
Not even alone
Nor should we want to walk it
Even with our love
It wobbles and holds our fate,
Just along the rope
How can we walk it?
How can we talk it?
As we walk along, we'll trip
But then the questions hits us all
When we're caught in between a lie
That's when we've got one foot on
On the skinny little tight rope
Your life left on a string
Gonna fall?
Gonna fall yet?
Your lies have mixed you up,
Your vision all blurred now
What can you do
When all of this is a haze?
Grab your gun
Slay the lies
Start anew
Within your resurrection
'cause your falling off the rope.