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