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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 wardance
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

This isn't a game
Turn the safety off
Still we want more
and so the beat gets faster
Everyone must play
because fame will find you
and put your face on the cover
of a loaded magazine
We're proud of ourselves
and our greatest inventions
methods of killing have reacher perfection
All the players marching to a different drum
The rhythm of the wardance
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 everyhing
Pointless cries
Futile dreams
There'll be no laughter, there'll be no tears
when tomorrow never comes

As the warning sirens sound,
that the world is at an end
Rendered unto night
Creation 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

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