He always holds on to his girlfriend That's where he likes to be He like to wear the ball and the chain on his neck A false sense of security And when
my rights for a peaceful night of sleep I'll trade away my rights for the illusion of safety I'll trade away my rights for a false sense of security As
In a temporary lapse of sanity You've been subdued by your own false sense of security You're a prisoner of your own privilege You fail to see the bars
Pray for something more than this. It was only a dream (x4). GO! waiting for the toher show to drop. We slide into a false sense of security. Turn it
's sayin' it, but nobody's feeling it Everyone's feeling it, but nobody's seein' it So how am I supposed to know what's real? False sense of happiness My security
even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon, there is no sense in trying
He always holds on to his girlfriend That's where he likes to be He likes to wear the ball and the chain on his neck A false sense of security And when
and everyone Who might see through the lie ignore the cries Before it all becomes all to clear Comes crashing down Fill their heads with a false sense of security
, head down What the fuck is wrong with me A false sense of security Is fucking with my A false sense of security Giving me a real sense of insecurity
was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been
of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been caught For no apparent reason
All the things, my feet thought to be firm Are falling with urgency And tearing back my false sense of security Some say, things change nothing stays
laugh Hey princess, I got a lot of dialog So I'ma line it up for you to get high and try to follow Light up another false sense of security Play a game
jokes. This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke? You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes. Our sense of liberty doesn't ring
This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke? You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes. Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true,
i'd rather be pathetic at the age of 45 than to sell out my ideals to live a fucking lie trade my freedom for a false sense of security working for death
through cross hair eyes You're thoughts are powerless to the death that you hold in the palm of your hand it's your false sense of security I can
even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying
