Konvent Idle Hands
These idle hands full of will
Go into the field
I will yield
Only dust and dew where they grew
Empty bags
Working mill
Go into the field
I will yield
Only dust and dew where they grew
Give my all
Face the fall
Now I fear all that's here
Beg and cry
Will I die?
Is this a test?
Is this a test?
Is this a test?
Is this a test?
Take my best
Laid to rest
Take
Take
Take
Take my best
Laid to rest
Take my best
Go into the field
I will yield
Only dust and dew where they grew
