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 'Til 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 'Til 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 'Til the end, idle hands Do the devil's work