كلمات 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