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