Idle hands are the devil's workshop?
Idle lips his mouthpiece?
I will, I have to— I must stop;
Tear down its very foundations,
Bit by bit, piece by piece,
With my chipped teeth, severed limbs
And cracked bones, shattered soul.
Make a name for myself I must,
Carry out God's plan—
For it is he whose visions I trust
I will, I have to— I must
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:30 AM UTC
Idle hands are the devil's workshop?
Idle lips his mouthpiece?
I will, I have to— I must stop;
Tear down its very foundations,
Bit by bit, piece by piece,
With my chipped teeth, severed limbs
And cracked bones, shattered soul.
Make a name for myself I must,
Carry out God's plan—
For it is he whose visions I trust
I will, I have to— I must
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