Idle Hands - Stone Sour

Stuck to the dog, pissing 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

Got to go, got to split, got to 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!