Shamans Witches Magic

And there's villians in their closets
and thieves 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 [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 with numbers of 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

what's left of the dreams we have?
what's left of the hope we have?
Nothing, nothing at all
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