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 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 townhall s under attack they put the hostages familiar 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 sacrificed 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 had whats left of the hope we had nothing nothing at all