Misguided Fools
The less they know, the louder they get… and the more certain they become
Misguided Fools is a song about blind confidence, borrowed convictions and the strange certainty of people who refuse to question what they believe.
It's about those who wear their opinions like armour, speaking with authority they haven't earned and holding onto beliefs they barely understand. Beneath the posturing is a refusal to confront uncomfortable truths, even when everything around them suggests otherwise.
Brooding guitars, hypnotic repetition and a restrained vocal delivery create a growing sense of unease. As the tension builds, the song becomes increasingly aggressive, culminating in an intense vocal finale that reflects the frustration running beneath its surface.
Fools, they’re dressed like urban soldiers
The mood, it comes crawling into view, yeah
Borrowed scars they never shouldered
Too sure of nothing to be told the truth
Misguided, misguided, misguided
Bruised, but laughing like they chose it
The truth gets buried where they throw it
They’re used to drowning in the moment
You can’t save what they keep holding
Static calling
Shadows crawling
I can feel it
Taking over
Reasons falling
Silence crawling
I can feel it
Going under
Misguided, misguided, misguided
Static calling
Shadows crawling
I can feel it
Taking over
Reasons falling
Silence crawling
I can feel it
Going under
Misguided, misguided, misguided
Static calling
Shadows crawling
I can feel it
Taking over
Reasons falling
Silence crawling
I can feel it
Going under
Misguided, misguided, misguided, misguided
Fools