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 citing in their skulls



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 ammunition

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



Desperate hearts 

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