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Idle Hands - Kerry King

 Idle Hands

Kerry King


Lyrics:

So begins my revolution

Violence spreads my retribution

Integrate, retaliate

I can't believe what I see

With my own eyes!

Can't dissect the truth from all the lies

Ideology is at the core

 

Deceiver or believer

Your faith I don't need anymore

 

Where do I get in line?

To question all divine

So many rules to bend

Till the end idle hands

Do the Devil's work

 

Hatred is my ammunition

Amplified by my ambition

Here I stand in pure defiance

Fighting back your God reliance dies!

Deviance is always on the rise

Welcoming the harbinger of war

 

Deceiver or believer

Your faith I don't need anymore

 

Where do I get in line?

To question all divine

So many rules to bend

Till the end idle hands

Do the Devil's work

 

Testify that all God's hatred

Satisfies that nothing's sacred

Anarchy or blasphemy

Devour Christianity

 

Once more

Your faith I don't need anymore

 

Where do I get in line?

To question all divine

So many rules to bend

Till the end idle hands

Do the Devil's work

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Letra:

Así comienza mi revolución,

La violencia esparce mi retribución.

Integrar, vengar,

¡No puedo creer lo que veo

con mis propios ojos!

No puedo discernir la verdad de todas las mentiras,

La ideología está en el núcleo.

 

Engañador o creyente,

Tu fe ya no la necesito.

 

¿Dónde me pongo en fila

para cuestionar todo lo divino?

Tantas reglas que doblar

Hasta el final, manos ociosas

Hacen el trabajo del Diablo.

 

El odio es mi munición,

Amplificado por mi ambición.

Aquí estoy en pura desafianza,

¡Luchando contra la confianza en tu Dios que muere!

La desviación siempre está en aumento,

Dando la bienvenida al heraldo de la guerra.

 

Engañador o creyente,

Tu fe ya no la necesito.

 

¿Dónde me pongo en fila

para cuestionar todo lo divino?

Tantas reglas que doblar

Hasta el final, manos ociosas

Hacen el trabajo del Diablo.

 

Testificar que todo el odio de Dios

Satisface que nada es sagrado.

Anarquía o blasfemia,

Devorar el cristianismo.

 

Una vez más,

Tu fe ya no la necesito.

 

¿Dónde me pongo en fila

para cuestionar todo lo divino?

Tantas reglas que doblar

Hasta el final, manos ociosas

Hacen el trabajo del Diablo.


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