Fools, Pt. II (Bow)

I
Wanted to slow
But I can't synchronize
With your rhythm

Faded
A heart with a hole
But I can't be the guy

I wish I was
I wish I was

I can tell that the groan
Becoming my tone
Perfection

Oh perfection

Fools

Fools

I fracture my bones
Into miracle

Somehow I'm sure

Fools

Fools

Fools.