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 [bad word] 
The rhythm of the war dance
The beat goes on

What will [bad word] of us?
If there's no one to watch over us?
If we should face the certainty of our [bad word] 
Forfeiting everything
Pointless cries
Futile dreams
There'll be no after
There'll be no tears
When tomorrow [bad word] 

This isn't a game
Turn the safety off
Still we want more, so the beat gets faster
Everyone must play because fame will find you
Put your face on the cover of a loaded magazine
We're proud of ourselves
Our greatest inventions, methods of killing
have reached perfection
All the players marching to a different [bad word] 
The rhythm of the war dance
And the beat goes on

What will [bad word] of us?
If there's no one to watch over us?
If we should face the certainty of our [bad word] 
Forfeiting everything
Pointless cries
Futile dreams
There'll be no after
There'll be no tears
When tomorrow [bad word] 

As the warning sirens sound
That world is at an end
Render unto night
Creations torn asunder
What will [bad word] of us?
Is there no one to watch over us?
There'll be no after
There'll be no tears
When tomorrow [bad word]