Text: Stone Sour. 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? 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 Peel back the layers and see what I've become Satisfied? Now I feel nothing Stay away - I swear it wasn't me! 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? Peel back the layers and see what I've become Satisfied? Now I feel nothing Stay away - I swear it wasn't me! 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!!