The Fool, the Meddling Idiot

I can feed From the angel On down here To blow my mind I'm away From the nail All we be Will come alive And you are My horrid Rotten rings are wrong Away from the mangle where we don't need I got the one to make me alright We ride For never Nothing can or will Rise We fight At zero Come holy rise 'round Do you will? We will in Hired hand for the eye They are alive and wasted on me You are so even Will you leave me? Will you ask in ten days When I'm not worried? Are they really harmless? I don't believe them None of us None of us don't know Sat down on the dusk