Tipping points, middle lines So many things which one must consider Yet to think too much might be The cause for things to go awry Tipping points, middle lines I found panic on the streets of reason I tried to apply this time But I always seem to fail Fuck it all What's the right call Why is balance so hard to discover I wish I'd see things more clearly But sometimes it can't be helped Fuck it all What's the right call Why is balance so hard to discover I wish I'd see things more clearly Tipping points, middle lines I find my side equal to your other Treading different lines this time I hope discord won't take us under Tipping points, middle lines A warm embrace but none to desire All this time I tried to be someone But I always seem to fail Fuck it all What's the right call Why is balance so hard to discover I wish I'd see things more clearly But sometimes it can't be helped Fuck it all What's the right call Why is balance so hard to discover I wish I'd see things more clearly All these lines They twist as they tangle, entwine Endlessly, endlessly All these lines They twist as they tangle, entwine Endlessly, endlessly All these lines They twist as they tangle, entwine Endlessly, endlessly