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



Credits
Writer(s): Kerry King
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