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