With my idle hands
Theres nothing I can do
But be the Devils plaything, Baby
And know that Ive been used
Your lips are cold, they suffer me
They drag me under, Baby
Into your suffering
Let your hands do what they will do
Stand inside, make your makers move
And your old eyes dont look the same
Theyve seen better, Baby, in the light
Just like stones, like me
They work for my eyes
Growing through mine
My eyes have seen
They have been shown
This is an occupation
To stand alone
I suffer you
You suffer me
We are the Devils plaything into this reckoning
Let your hands do what they will do
Stand inside; make your makers move
But your old eyes dont look the same
Theyve seen heaven, Baby, in denial
Just like stones, like me
Work for mine,
Work for mine
