Heaven help us, we've lost control This should be our finest hour But we're racing towards the end of days Pulling back from the brink despite our best efforts The volume increases and the beat goes on All the players marching to a different drum The rhythm of the war dance The beat goes on What will become of us? If there's no one to watch over us? If we should face the certainty of our destruction Forfeiting everything Pointless cries futile dreams There'll be no laughter There'll be no tears When tomorrow never comes This isn't a game Turn the safety off Still we want more, so the beat gets faster Everyone must play cause fame will find you Put your face on the cover of a loaded magazine We're proud of ourselves Our greatest inventions, methods of k**ing, have reached perfection All the players marching to a different drum The rhythm of the war dance And the beat goes on What will become of us? If there's no one to watch over us? If we should face the certainty of our destruction Forfeiting everything Pointless cries futile dreams There'll be no laughter There'll be no tears When tomorrow never comes As the warning sirens sound And the world is at an end Render unto night Creations torn asunder What will become of us? Is there no one to watch over us? There'll be no laughter There'll be no tears When tomorrow never comes