Omit Sleep - Idle Hands Lyrics

Idle hands, idle thoughts
What the devil can I do?
Just what my momma taught
What my poppa taught me to
Idle hands, idle thoughts
Bring me to you
Everyday you sought
To set the the devil loose

Torn away, the flesh made grey
My tools taken, I begin to fade
And my hands are, my hands are empty
The steel fingers shake
My hands are idle

Idle hands, idle thoughts
What the devil can I do?
Just what my momma taught
What my poppa taught me to

Every time I see myself
A monkey stares right back
A feeble mind wrapped in feeble fibres
No resistance to attack
A sack of meat, demeaned
They got no need
A sack of meat, demeaned
They got no need
For such an inefficient machine

Torn away, the flesh made grey
Torn away, I walked until I dropped

My hands are empty
The steel fingers shake
My hands are idle
And I settle for less
My hands are empty
The steel fingers shake
My hands are idle