Idle Hands
Lyrics Mouth Of The South

Written by: Josiah Lyle, Tanner Allen, Mike Butler, Colton Bartholet, Garrett Metzger

Produced by: Matt McClellan

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Comfortable and poised we sit on our thrones,
We sit on our hands and we let them die.
We're all too blind, we're blinded by our American eyes.
I will not, I will not be idle.
Stretch out your hands.

Living in a new perspective,
Everything I once held close I count it all as lost.
What is life lived selfishly when nothing goes with me?
Hollow and empty.
My hands cling far too tight to the things of this life,
I'm finally letting go.
What is life lived selfishly?

Rip out my eyes cause I don't see right.
Selfish and blind to my pride, I am my own disease.
Hollow and empty, I can take nothing with me.
Hollow and empty, I've served myself and hordes the rest.
Life is more fulfilling when you put yourself last.
I have learned this the hard way all of my life.
I've been given more than enough, it's time I give back.
Servant of all!

Idle hands murder the helpless.
Let these words end the silence, stretch out your hands.
I never wanted it to come to this.
End my pride and my selfishness.
I will not, I will not be idle.
I refuse, I refuse.

Living in a new perspective,
Everything I once held close I count it all as lost.
What is life lived selfishly when nothing goes with me?
Hollow and empty.
My hands cling far too tight to the things of this life,
I'm finally letting go.

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