In all the lonely hours of darkness the attic window draws them in
Under a moonless sky of starkness, their night of terror shall begin
Cold comfort for you as you sleep no more, no more

And in the town where no one listens there stood a man with empty soul
He promised everything that glistens would in the morning turn to gold
Cold comfort for you as you sleep no more

They were warned, yet still the truth was scorned
Can't help but think you get what you deserve
They returned yet nothing had been learned
Can't help but think that you will sleep no more
You sleep no more

This is a shakedown, this is a shakedown
Look around and you will see, things aren't what they claim to be
Keep your eyes locked open wide, they can't just hide a genocide
It's not all coincidence that kings and queens and presidents
Deny the things that we all see, how stupid must we really be?
I just hope that karma is real so they all know how we all feel

I wish the spirits of the dead would choke them while they lay in bed
A world they filled with broadcast death should watch as they take their last breath
The gallows or electric chair, what's good for us is only fair
For them I ask an open grave, no casket or a flag to wave
Instead we'll pump our rivers clean, they way they should have always been
And all the shit that's in there now, we'll transport to their graves somehow
So in the end our chains break free, from shiny rivers to the sea