Tiny Wurld

I live in a tiny wurld
Tiny boys and tiny girls
Everythings so personal
Everythings so normal now
I dont ever go outside
I only come out at night
The internet is my best friend
Paranoia is my wife
Locked in the screen
And im trapped in the dream
In the city where they go to die
And now theres no escape
Designed to fail and Im designed to kill
When the blood starts to spill
I feel like i might be sick
Close my eyes so i cant see
This tiny wurld where i was born
Designed to fail and im designed to kill
When the blood starts to spill
I feel like i might be sick
Locked in the screen
And im trapped in the dream
In the city where they go to die
And now theres no escape
I stay noided every day
Black on black on black
On black on black on black
All i see are dollar signs
Every day is columbine
Everybody thinks im fine
But inside im paralyzed