Idle Hands

[Verse 1]
Held tongues, dying to speak
Restless hands turn tired and weak
Intention grows from a seed
Ignites the flame beneath our feet

[Pre-Chorus]
And the ire growing
Spreads like fire
A mass insurgence
Upraising the pyre

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Seclude to divide the fixation
Accomplices of our own ruination
Lost words and abandoned sages
Searching for meaning in all the wrong places

[Pre-Chorus]
And what has become
Of our objection?
So easily pushed aside
By steadfast complacence

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
Are you not adverse
To those you mistrust?
Are you not sickened enough?

[Chorus]
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