Fool

Shoot me I want to feel the tip of your arrow

Keep up and strum on though your eyes are all hollow

Go on and ride home, it's too much for you to swallow

I'll ride behind you, rising from the shadows

You're a fool and you're blind

But you fight on, till your time is up

Right here we where we belong cowering inside oh

What good is air and fuel when there's no spark inside you?

Pinpoint our weak bones with surgical precision

Ah yeah it's that bad we're cowering inside oh