No eyes, yet stubbornly fixed on you
No lips, but the kiss is irresistible
No tongue, yet words are not few
No mind, but has thoughts inconceivable
No hands, yet the deeds are done
No feet, but no need to run
Mind yourself, mind yourself
The mind is a terrible thing to lose
Once lost, what can be left
But that which you choose?
The idle idol rests on its stand
Domineering over its possession.
Rejoicing in and enforcing its every command
The victim’s head becomes a deeper depression
It says ‘do’ and done are the deeds
It says ‘cut’ and the victim begins to bleed
Mind yourself, mind yourself
The mind is a terrible thing to lose
Once lost, what can be left
But that which you choose?
Gone not are the days of slave and king
For one simply trades one king for another
And will be a slave to that very thing
That he chooses above all others.
Idly, he will serve an idle idol
Never leaving the dangerous state of idle
Mind yourself, mind yourself
The mind is a terrible thing to lose
Once lost, what can be left
But that which you choose?
Idleness is a deadly snake
And uses the apple as a lure
You take a bite but realize too late the mistake
As the fangs imbedded are fatally sure
The path littered with gold is trodden well
Yet it hides away the graves of the giants it fell.
Mind yourself, mind yourself
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
Once lost, what can be left
But the hideous hollow face?
Mind yourself, mind yourself
The mind is a terrible thing to lose
Once lost, what can be left
But that which you choose?