Idle Hands

(アルバム： Cycle Of Suffering - 2020)

Held tongues, dying to speak
Restless hands turned tired and weak
Intention grows from a seed
Ignites the flame beneath our feet

And the ire growing
Spreads like fire
A mass insurgence
Upraising the pyre

What keeps the wolves at bay,
While you sleep and they come to prey?
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave

Seclude to divide the fixation
Accomplices of our own ruination
Lost words and abandoned sages
Searching for meaning in all the wrong places

And what has become,
Of our objection?
So easily pushed aside
By steadfast complacence

What keeps the wolves at bay,
While you sleep and they come to prey?
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave

Are you not adverse,
To those you mistrust?
Are you not sickened enough?!

What keeps the wolves at bay,
While you sleep and they come to prey?
We forget their disdain
And all that's left is the fear they crave