Fire When Ready Who Do You Think We Are
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
We're like a school of fish swimming in the gut of this beast
Waiting for our chance to be in the sea
Yeah, we're waiting for nothing.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think you are?
We have to rip away, with. . . water they call wounds
And we're telling outselves that we'll be better soon
Yeah, we're waiting for nothing.
When you call, we all come
When you fall, we all jump
We all fall in
and we all fall in
[Man you're losing her!
I just want. . .
You know when we clip these dead wings
That's when they fall apart]
