Winterville - Idle Hands lyrics

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