Idle Hands

Idle Hands

Mishief's means

Consequences damned

For all to see

 

No thought of tomorrow

Only the now

No question of why

But rather, of how

 

All night to play

No morning shall come

Screw all the rules

Let's have some fun

 

Idle hands

Mischief's means

Consequences damned

For all to see

 

Let's go wild

Just cut loose

Let's play a game

I'll even let you choose

 

Pick you poison

While I mix mine

Don't you worry boy

We'll be just fine

 

Idle hands

Mischief's means

Consequences damned

For all to see

 

Spin the bottle

Truth or dare

Love and War

Where nothing's fair

 

Don't quit now

Never back down

Get ready to fight

When the call sounds

 

Idle hands

Mischief's means

Consequences damned

For all to see

 

I died

You bleed

The chains are broken

We are free

 

Now here we are

with the end in sight

But was it really

Worth the fight?

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