With my idle hands there?s nothing I can't do   But be the Devil?s plaything baby and know that I?ve been used   Your lips are cold, they suffer me   They drag me under baby into your suffering      Let your hands do what they will do   Stand inside, make your maker?s move   And your eyes don?t look the same   They seem enervated, in denial   Cast like stones like you been rode for miles   Rode for miles      My eyes have seen, they have been shown   This is an occupation to stand alone   I suffer you, you suffer me   We are the Devil?s plaything into this reckoning      Let your hands do what they will do   Stand inside, make your maker?s move   And your eyes don't look the same   They seem enervated, in denial   Cast like stones like you been rode for miles   Rode for miles