You should see how ignorant you are being.
You wouldn't know the first thing about me.

Right on command,
Sound of fire...

You assume I'm stupid,
And I've wandered off alone.
I'm no threat to myself,
Or you in your wheel chair.

Right on command,
Sound of fire...

For every inch,
There's a mile.
Limits and lines
Are a matter of pride.
"Where we are now",
"Where we want to be",
The difference is unsettling.

Going on the instincts,
Going on the instincts,
The instincts.