Tekster: Exies. Head for the Door. F.S.O.S..

Alright, alright everything is just fine
Here comes here comes a bundle of hiss
Alright, alright everything in my life is so
Fucked up, fucked up I'm losing my grip

Some days I bleed, I fall like stone
I'm always afraid, I feel so alone
Got a false sense of security
Giving me a real sense of insecurity

Messing with my head now, head down
What the fuck is wrong with me
A false sense of security
Is fucking with my head
Fucking with my head, get down

Attention, attention everybody look at me
Stand up, stand up I need your belief
Rejection, rejection always seems to follow me
Head down I need some relief

Some days I bleed, I fall like stone
I'm always afraid, I feel so alone
Got a false sense of security
Giving me a real sense of insecurity

Messing with my head now, head down
What the fuck is wrong with me
A false sense of security
Is fucking with my head

It's easy to see, I'm flat on my back
I sigh and I scream, I'm under attack
Some days I bleed, I fall like stone
I'm always afraid, I feel so alone
Got a false sense of security
Giving me a real sense of insecurity

Messing with my head now, 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
Messing with my head now, head down
What the fuck is wrong with me
A false sense of security
Is fucking with my head
Is fucking with my head
Is fucking with my head