Idle Hands
Stuck to the dog, pissin' out both endsI got a hundred lethal weapons that I call my friendsAin't a person on Earth who could take my lifeI wish they would so a man could get some sleep at nightBut my design is a mixture of descent and decayI see a monster in the mirror fucking everydayCan a man ever wash his hands of blood?Perpetual déjà vu, isn't that enough?
Peel back the layers and see what I've becomeSatisfied? Now I feel nothing.Stay away, I swear it wasn't me!
See if you can relish if you close both eyesEvery time I make an issue of it, someone diesCarried out like a hit man, set in stoneDon't know why I even bother to be left aloneIn my opinion, it's a self-serving fucked-up phaseGot a picture in my wallet that I keep in case IGotta go, gotta split, gotta make it to a higher level than thisBut I could be wrong, what I say is wrongWhat I really want to say is:
Peel back the layers and see what I've becomeSatisfied? Now I feel nothing.Stay away, I swear it wasn't me!
Run! It doesn't matterI need all the miracles that I can gatherRun! I can't pretendI put myself in idle hands again
Here's how it ends, just a bit too soonRiver deep in all the shit I let myself get intoDoesn't anybody like it here?Blank looks, television drama and no fearLet another person fuck with your mindI bet you become the person who will fuck in timeMan I just stopped caring, the music is blaringI feel you glaring, why won't you stop staring?
Peel back the layers and see what I've becomeSatisfied? Now I feel nothing.Stay away, I swear it wasn't me!
Run! It doesn't matterI need all the miracles that I can gatherRun! I can't pretendI put myself in idle hands again
Get the fuck off of me!