Lyrics

The voices in my head They tell me I'm not sad I'm just depressed And got a ton of regret For I see only death by idle hands Death by idle hands I suck at shaking hands I'm nervous at the thought of doing it Feels like I'm losing a bet When everything I touch dies with idle hands Death by idle hands All that I have left Are empty bottles And stories that I forget Mum knows I sure need a rest But I can't stand the thought of idle hands Death by idle hands It's all I want It's all I need Just give me something To feel something It's in my blood To make a scene When everything is going against me
Writer(s): Cole Wilkins, Colin Wilkins, John David, Sam Thomlinson, Tim Wisbey, Timothy Wisbey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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