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 rare we don't need I got the one to make me all right. We ride For never Nothing can or will arrive We fight At zero On holy right is round. Do you well We're willing Hired hand for the eye They are alive and wasted on me. You are so in there Will you leave me? You as intended But I'm not worried Are they really harmless?