Idle Hands

All allowed now is a farewell to your free will.
Provoked and tempted, you knew my idle hands were ill.
A mind so empty, you should have never left me to fill.
Under my rule, there is no you , in for the kill.

Yes, the illness of my idle hands are to blame.
Posessing over you now, is the fever of my reign.
Hot head and cold sweated, my influence is cocaine.
Intoxicating, I am the top shelf of champagne.
Tranced and seduced, charmed you are my snake.
Gaining pleasure from your pain, I am so vain.