shamans witches magic şarkı sözü

there are villians in the closet and thieves beneath the beds
buisness men in mirrors with guns agains thier heads
step stools beneath their ankles
nooses tied around their necks
as we´re sharpening our switch blades
and sighting in our scopes singing
no one sleeps tonight until everything is burned
and everyone is sacrificed
no one sleeps tonight until 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
and town hall is under attack
the hostages, the mayor, the councilmen
have got knives against their backs
no one sleeps tonight until everything is burned
and everyone is sacrificed
they´re sacrificed to save our souls
or what is left of them
who we are is all we are
desperation shows our pain
and so they sing, they sing it loud, they sing it clearly
for all their pain
what´s left of the dreams we had?
what´s left of the hope we had?
nothing, nothing at all...