Paroles de Idle Hands

Just a word all it takes to set it off Uncontrolled all restraint has been lost Absorbing more than I can stand Of these self defeating unreal demands Giving into frustrations command The devil makes good use with idle hands Overwhelming desire to react I am too far gone forever turning back Searching for something to lash out at Turning inward it is myself that I attack The anger grows inside everyday Unquechable I have become my own prey From where has this rage been spawned? Been building deep inside for far too long Forgotten memories buried and hidden creating my own emotional prison What can it be that i have lost? Control for my actions and my thoughts