Idle Hands

Stuck to the dog, pissin' out both ends I got a hundred lethal weapons that I call my friends Ain't a person on earth who could take my life I wish they would so a man could get some sleep at night But my design is a mixture of descent and decay I see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday Can a man ever wash his hands of blood Perpetual deja vu, isn't that enough [Chorus:] Peel back the layers... and see what I've become Satisfied? Now I feel nothing Stay away, I swear it wasn't me See if you can relish if you close both eyes Every time I make an issue of it, someone dies Carried out like a hit man, set in stone Don't know why I even bother to be left alone In my opinion, it's a self-serving fucked up phase Got a picture in my wallet that I keep, in case I Gotta go, gotta split, gotta make it to a higher level than this But I could be wrong, what I say is wrong, what I really want to say is: [Chorus] Run - it doesn't matter I need all the miracles that I can gather Run - I can't pretend I put myself in idle hands again Here's how it ends, just a bit too soon River deep in all the shit I let myself get into Doesn't anybody like it here Blank looks, television drama and no fear Let another person fuck with your mind I bet you become the person who will fuck in time Man I just stopped caring, the music is blaring I feel you glaring, why won't you stop staring [Chorus] Run - it doesn't matter I need all the miracles that I can gather Run - I can't pretend I put myself in idle hands again Get the fuck off of me