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[Tomorrow Never Comes] (2008 - 2009) 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 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 So the beat gets faster Everyone must play 'Cause 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 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 Rendereed 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 |