Shamans Witches Magic

And there's villians in their closets

and theives beneath their beds

And business men in mirrors

with guns against their heads

Stepstools beneath their ankles

nooses tied around their throats

Sharpening their switchblades

and sighting in our scopes

Singing no one sleeps tonight

till everything is burned

and everyone is sacrificed

No one sleeps tonight

till everything is burned

and everyone is

Maxing out their credit cards on ammuntion

They're polishing their rifles and they're polishing their guns

cause the church is drenched in fire

Town hall's under attack

They put the hostages the mayor and councilmen

they got knives against their backs

No one sleeps tonight

till everything is burned

and everyone is sacrificed

No one sleeps tonight

till everything is burned

and everyone is sacrificed

And to saves our souls

or what's left of them

Who we are is all we are

Desperation shows our pain

And so they sing

And they sing it loud

and they sing it Clearly

For their faith

Whats left of the dreams we have?

Whats left of the hope we have?

Nothing, nothing at all

What's left of the dreams we had?

What's left?

There's nothing, nothing at all