Systems & Stories - Idle Hands

Though I tremble at the sight of blood
This violence courses through my veins
My unconscious drowning in the flood
That stripped the earth and swept away my agency
The infection spreads through every limb
I can't turn my eyes away from the torment
Bearing witness to a self-induced psychopathy
There's no justice here for me
Now I'm left to count the cost
Of blurring the horizon that I'm running towards
These idle hands betray their sense of touch
In the truth that I have lost
I search for ways to dull the edge
Of this obsession as it cuts through my resolve
Fortified against an enemy
That's already reaped the spoils of war
Mayday, mayday
Send up the flare
No matter how far I go it's always there
Challenge boundaries, how much can I take
I can't discern the reconciled from fake
Now I'm left to count the cost
Of blurring the horizon that I'm running towards
These idle hands betray their sense of touch
In the truth that I have lost
Now I'm left to count the cost
Of blurring the horizon that I'm running towards
These idle hands betray their sense of touch
In the truth that I have lost

Written by:
Justin Trombetti

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