Shamans Witches Magic - Hidden in Plain View

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