No quarter
de Tool
Lock all the doors, kill the lights
No one's coming home tonight
The sun beats down and don't you know?
All our lives are growing cold, oh
They bring news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you, oh
Locked in a place where no one goes
They ask no quarter
They have no quarter
Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight
It's getting colder
Dying peace in me and you
We have no quarter
We ask no quarter