Shamans witches magic

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

Maxing out their credit cards on ammuntion
They're polishing their rifles and they're polishing their guns
Cuz the church is drenched in fire the halls are under attack
They put the hostages with numbers of councilmen
with knives against their backs

No one sleeps tonight till everything is burned and everyone is
sacrificed
And to saves our souls, what's left of it?

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 at all