Idle Hands Songtext
Held tongues, dying to speak
Restless hands turned tired and weak
Intention grows from a seed
Ignites the flame beneath our feet
And the ire growing
Spreads like fire
A mass insurgence
Upraising the pyre
Restless hands turned tired and weak
Intention grows from a seed
Ignites the flame beneath our feet
And the ire growing
Spreads like fire
A mass insurgence
Upraising the pyre
What keeps the wolves at bay
Whilst you sleep and they come to prey
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave
Seclude to divide the fixation
Accomplices of our own ruination
Lost words and abandoned sages
Searching for meaning in all the wrong places
And what has become
Of our objection
So easily pushed aside
By steadfast complacence
What keeps the wolves at bay
Whilst you sleep and they come to prey
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave
Are you not adverse,
To those you mistrust?
Are you not sickened enough?
What keeps the wolves at bay
Whilst you sleep and they come to prey
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave
Whilst you sleep and they come to prey
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave
Seclude to divide the fixation
Accomplices of our own ruination
Lost words and abandoned sages
Searching for meaning in all the wrong places
And what has become
Of our objection
So easily pushed aside
By steadfast complacence
What keeps the wolves at bay
Whilst you sleep and they come to prey
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave
Are you not adverse,
To those you mistrust?
Are you not sickened enough?
What keeps the wolves at bay
Whilst you sleep and they come to prey
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave
