My idle hands have got the better of me
One picks the lock, while the other, holds the key
One casts a shadow, while the other the light
Ones in the air, while the other, grips, to fight
My idols won't, stop, laughing at me
One’s within reach, while the others too far to see
Ones on the left, while the other the right
One won't stop bleeding while the other, grips, the knife
Ooh yeah
Hypnotica
My bloodshot eyes, won't stop staring at me
And they see things, that I cannot, unsee
One won’t stop crying while the other is dry
And I can't close them, no matter how hard I try
