Idle Hands

So begins my revolution

Violence spreads my retribution

Integrate, retaliate

I can't believe what I see with my own eyes

Can't dissect the truth from all the lies

Ideology is at the core

Deceiver or believer

Your faith I don't need anymore

Where do I get in line?

To question all divine

So many rules to bend

Till the end

Idle hands do the Devil's work

Hatred is my ammunition

Amplified by my ambition

Here I stand in pure defiance

Fighting back your God reliance dies

Deviance is always on the rise

Welcoming the harbinger of war

Deceiver or believer

Your faith I don't need anymore

Where do I get in line?

To question all divine

So many rules to bend

Till the end

Idle hands do the Devil's work

Testify that all God's hatred

Satisfies that nothing's sacred

Anarchy or blasphemy

Devour Christianity

Once more

Your faith I don't need anymore

Where do I get in line?

To question all divine

So many rules to bend

Till the end

Idle hands do the Devil's work