All is quiet

Nothing left to hate

No signs of life to practice what you preach

Sorry comes too late

Play a little game called blind man's bluff

Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off

First part, bang, comes full stop

Returning us all back to dust



Regret, the bitter pill of defeat

It's ever only after, only after mistakes were made

The urge to blow apart and set it straight

It's either do it my way or the hard way

No matter what the consequence



Here's a little cash called hush-man money

Turn a blind eye, get gone and run

Shoot 'em all down

Smoke 'em all out

We got bigger toys and media clout



Not in my name

Better check yourself

Play your game somewhere else

A little sacrifice for your foe

Got your sticks, your stones

A place all your own

So much for unholy war



Not in my name

Never let yourself

Stand above the world yourself

You've no authority, you've got it wrong

You're rich and fat, what more could you get?

Damn you and your holy war



All is quiet

All is defeat