Idle Hands Songtext

Mouth Of The South

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Idle Hands Songtext
Comfortable and poised
We sit on our thrones, we sit on our hands and we let them die
We're all too blind, were blinded by our American eyes
I will not, I will not be idle
Stretch out your hands

Living in a new perspective
Everything I once held close I count it all as lost
What is life lived selfishly when nothing goes with me?
Hollow and empty
My hands cling far too tight to the things of this life
I'm finally letting go

What is life lived selfishly?

Rip out my eyes
Cause I don't see right
Selfish and blind to my pride
I am my own disease

Hollow and empty
I can take nothing with me
Hollow and empty
I've served myself and hoarded the rest

Life is more fulfilling when you put yourself last
I have learned this the hard way all of my life
I've been given more than enough; it's time I give back

Servant of all

Idle hands murder the helpless
Let these words end the silence
Stretch out your hands

I never wanted it to come to this
End my pride and my selfishness
I will not, I will not be idle
I refuse, I refuse
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