Idle Hands

[Verse 1] 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? [Chorus 1] Peel back the layers And see what I've become Satisfied, now I feel nothing Stay away, I swear it wasn't me [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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? [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [Outro] Get the fuck off of me!