Idle Hands Songtext
von Winterville

Wasted motivation has him on his knees
Crying a conspiracy, dying of his own disease
Slow down, brother, well to hell I will
I′ll never be beaten and I'll never get my fill

But maybe my mind′s gone
So maybe I've been proven wrong
But nothing comes from nothing, you see, yeah
'Cause there are no exceptions
No divine interventions
To stop your lethargy from lurking
Make your idle hands start working

Old dreams rusting right before his eyes
His heavy heart is bleeding
Himself, his kind despised


But maybe my mind′s gone
So maybe I′ve been proven wrong
But nothing comes from nothing, you see, yeah
'Cause there are no exceptions
No divine interventions
To stop your lethargy from lurking
Make your idle hands start working

So sing a song, a love song
Another like the last one
Keep it in your daydream
Just another could have been
To stop your lethargy from lurking
Make your idle hands start working

But maybe my mind′s gone
So maybe I've been proven wrong
But nothing comes from nothing, you see, yeah
′Cause there are no exceptions
No divine interventions
To stop your lethargy from lurking
Make your idle hands start working