All is quiet
Nothing left to hate
No signs of life to practice what you preach
Sorry comes too latePlay a little game called blind man's bluff
Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off
First part bang, comes full stop
Returning us all back to dustNot in my nameBetter check yourself
Play your game somewhere else
A little sacrifice for your foe
Got your sticks, your stones
A place all your own
So much for unholy warRegret, the bitter pill of defeat
It's ever only after, only after mistakes were made
The urge to blow apart and set it straight
It's either do it my way or the hard way
No matter what the consequenceHere's a little cash called hush-man money
Turn a blind eye, get gone and run
Shoot 'em all down, smoke 'em all out
We got bigger toys and media cloutNot in my nameNever let yourself
Stand above the world yourself
You've no authority, you've got it wrong
You're rich and fat, what more could you get?
Damn you and your holy warBetter check yourself
Play your game somewhere else
A little sacrifice for your foe
Got your sticks, your stones
A place all your own
So much for unholy warAll is quiet
All is defeatNever let yourself
Stand above the world yourself
You've no authority, you've got it wrong
You're rich and fat, what more could you get?
Damn you and your holy warNot in my nameAll is quiet
All is defeatNot in my name
Songwriters
Lucia Cifarelli;Andrew Selway;Sasch KonietzkoPublished by
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