Your idle hands are not worn
From neither work nor biting winds
Yet these hands efficiently collect
The fruits from the common soil
While keeping our hands tied
Idle hands will always measure us
In figures and percent
Organize armed sentinels
To shelter and secure their requirements
While keeping our hands tied
Hands tied we carry
Dreams of measures necessary
1 | Time For The Big Guns, Baby |
2 | The Frail Strength Of One |
3 | Coup De Grace |
4 | Where Every Fucking Dream Is Killed |
5 | Rod Of Iron |
6 | Making Bets In A Burning House |