Idle Hands Severed

[Verse 1]
Idle hands
Scratching on the chapel door
Carved my sins
Into the kitchen floor
Every touch
Turned the living into rot
Every prayer I spat
Came back to choke me on the spot
[Chorus]
Idle hands are the devil's playground (playground)
Built his kingdom in my skin
Now these hands
They can't be found (can't be found)
Left them bleeding in a rusted tin
Had to cut them off to kill the craving
Had to feel the tendon tear
Idle hands are the devil's playground
Now I'm standing here with nothing there
[Verse 2]
Black nails
Ringing like a funeral bell
Every grip
Dragged a body closer to hell
Saw the stain
Creeping up along my wrists
Only way to break the chain
Was separate the fists
[Chorus]
Idle hands are the devil's playground (playground)
Built his kingdom in my skin
Now these hands
They can't be found (can't be found)
Left them bleeding in a rusted tin
Had to cut them off to stop the hunger
Had to watch them twitch in air
Idle hands are the devil's playground
Now I'm standing here with nothing there
[Bridge]
[Half-time breakdown
Guttural vocal]
Blood on the floor
Steel on bone
I fed the curse
My flesh
My own
If evil lived
Inside that grip
Then free me now
As the fingers slip
[Chorus]
Idle hands are the devil's playground (playground)
Built his kingdom in my skin
Now these hands
They can't be found (can't be found)
Buried deep where the worms begin
Had to cut them off to free the spirit
Hear the silence
Cold and bare
Idle hands are the devil's playground
But I paid in meat to leave it there

metal, Dark, mid-tempo metal with downtuned guitars in D, double-kick drums, and harsh male vocals. Verses stay tight and chuggy with palm-muted riffs; chorus opens into wide, dissonant chords and gang shouts. Bridge drops to half-time with tremolo-picked lead and guttural lows, then slams back into the hook with layered screams.