Idle hands may be the devil's work

Unbridled minds you see are so much worse

Too much pity spent and wasting time

Irresponsibility not my only crime


Obsessive thinking, depressed drinking

The person I once was, he's dead

Exhume the past this time or be my last

This is my final quest to remove my mask


Don't be afraid as she pulled down the shade

Said there's nothing to fear but the monster is here

So just tell me the time, be it quarter of nine

Since the sun's gone away, now the creature will play

Ice blue eyes follow me everywhere I go

Making my heart appear as lead

I hate to wish it but I'll tell you though

That I'm quite ready 'cause I'm already dead