Текст песни Idle Hands - Sylosis
Held
tongues
Dying
to
speak
Restless
hands
turned
tired
and
weak
Intention
grows
from
a
seed
Ignites
the
flame
beneath
our
feet
And
the
ire
growing
Spreads
like
fire
A
mass
insurgence
Upraising
the
pyre
What
keeps
the
wolves
at
bay
Whilst
you
sleep
and
they
come
to
prey
We
forget
their
disdain
And
all
that's
left
is
the
fear
they
crave
Seclude
to
divide
the
fixation
Accomplices
of
our
own
ruination
Lost
words
and
abandoned
sages
Searching
for
meaning
in
all
the
wrong
places
And
what
has
become
Of
our
objection
So
easily
pushed
aside
By
steadfast
complacence
What
keeps
the
wolves
at
bay
Whilst
you
sleep
and
they
come
to
prey
We
forget
their
disdain
And
all
that's
left
is
the
fear
they
crave
Are
you
not
adverse
To
those
you
mistrust?
Are
you
sickened
enough?
What
keeps
the
wolves
at
bay
Whilst
you
sleep
and
they
come
to
prey
We
forget
their
disdain
And
all
that's
left
is
the
fear
they
crave
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1 Invidia
2 Idle Hands
3 Apex of Disdain
4 Arms Like a Noose
5 Devils in Their Eyes
6 Disintegrate
7 Abandon
8 Cycle of Suffering
9 Shield
10 Calcified
11 Empty Prophets
12 I Sever
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