Tomorrow Never Comes

Heaven help us, we've lost control.
This should be our finest hour
but were racing towards, the end of days.
Pulling back from the brink, despite or 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 theres no one to watch over us
If we should face the certainty of our destruction
Forgetting 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
cause fame will find you
Put your face on the cover of a loaded magazine
With proud of ourselves
our greatest inventions
Our methods of killing
are reaching perfection
All the players marching to a different drum
The rythm of the war dance and the beat goes on

What will become of us if theres 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 siren sounds, 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