Idle Hands

Just a word all it takes to set it off Uncontrolled all restraint has been lost Absorbing more than I can stand Of these self defeating unreal demands Giving into frustrations command The devil makes good use with idle hands Overwhelming desire to react I am too far gone forever turning back Searching for something to lash out at Turning inward it is myself that I attack The anger grows inside everyday Unquenchable I have become my own prey From where has this rage been spawned? Been building deep inside for far too long Forgotten memories buried and hidden Creating my own emotional prison Overwhelming desire to react I am too far gone forever turning back Searching for something to lash out at Turning inward it is myself that I attack Can it be that I have lost Control of my contractions and my thoughts? Can it be that I have lost Control of my contractions and my thoughts? Overwhelming desire to react I am too far gone forever turning back Searching for something to lash out at Turning inward it is myself that I attack It is myself, I attack It is myself, I attack It is myself, I attack It is myself that I attack