All is quiet 
Nothing left to hate 
No signs of life to practice what you preach 
 [bad word] too late 
Play a little game called blind man's bluff 
Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off 
First part, [bad word] full stop 
Returning us all back to dust 

Regret, 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 consequence 

Here's a little cash called hush-man money 
Turn a blind eye, get gone [bad word] 
Shoot 'em all down 
Smoke 'em all out 
We got bigger toys and media clout 

Not in my name 
Better check yourself 
Play your game somewhere else 
little sacrifice for your foe 
Got your sticks, your stones 
place all your own 
So much for unholy war 

Not in my name 
Never 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? 
 [bad word] you and your holy war 

All is quiet 
All is defeat