Wasted motivation has him on his knees    Cryin’ a conspiracy dying of his own disease    Slow down brother well to hell I will    I’ll never be beaten and I’ll never get my fill       But maybe my mind’s gone    So maybe I’ll be proven wrong    But nothing comes for nothing you see    Cos there are no exceptions    No divine interventions    To stop your lethargy from lurking    And make your idle hands start working      Old dreams rusting right before his eyes    His heavy heart is bleeding    Himself he’s come to despise       So sing us all a love song    Another like the last one    Keep it in your daydream    Your just another could have been    So stop your lethargy from lurking    And make your idle hands start working