Idle hands

Lay awake sleeping, counting the days

Killing off hours

Losing the race

Worlds busy turning, sulking on by

Caring for nothing

Spilling the sky

I feel just like a robot made with idle hands

Taking no credit, I’ll leave it as it stands

Don’t mind this feeling that cuts through the glass

It’s real and electric

And coming to pass

Communication is dulling my soul

Taking me hostage

Waiting to go

I feel just like a robot made with idle hands

Taking no credit, I’ll leave it as it stands

I’m not picky, I’ll take what I don’t want just to have something to call my own

I have no right to have a choice, look at how everything has gone

Losing’s a given, numbness a friend

Mercy is leaving

Gone with the wind

I’m busy lacking all that I need

All that I live for

Buried with me

I feel just like a robot made with idle hands

Taking no credit, I’ll leave it as it stands