Idle Hands

Wasted motivation has him on his knees
Cryin' 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'll be proven wrong
But nothing comes for nothing you see
Cos there are no exceptions
No divine interventions
To stop your lethargy from lurking
And make your idle hands start working

Old dreams rusting right before his eyes
His heavy heart is bleeding
Himself he's come to despise

So sing us all a love song
Another like the last one
Keep it in your daydream
Your just another could have been
So stop your lethargy from lurking
And make your idle hands start working