Текст песни Texas Sharpshooter Fallacy - Trawler

It looks like a logic
Logic is infertile
My gun is up. I′m ready
I'm ready to shoot
The wind is going over
I′m unwavering
A side of a barn is hard and
Has seen everything
Logically weak
Almost confused
Confidently naive and spontaneous
Chronically ill
Chronically young
Chronically bound hand and foot
Trust keeps everything
Tight in a hidden place
Further than imagine
We are far from grace
Time is running out
I don't fucking care
I will chalk a target
Every fucking where
Logically weak
Almost confused
Confidently naive and spontaneous
Chronically ill
Chronically young
Chronically bound hand and foot
Don't wanna hear that again
I′m not wrong
My argument is made and confirmed
Logically weak
Almost confused
Confidently naive and spontaneous
Chronically ill
Chronically young
Chronically bound hand and foot