Everything that used to be Is now not as it was It is a mixed up world with hate and lies In a desperate need of love Promises are commonly broken Deception, commonplace Who do you trust, when your best friend lies And can look you in the face? Lies are reality Honesty's dead Trust is a word That's all in your head Don't hide in the closet, no need to cry Society's hand has covered it's eyes Sittin' all alone in my room wondering what went wrong I know she really loved me, we were together for so long But that cold November night When I thought she was alone I was blinded by red 'Cause in my girlfriend's bed My best friend was headed for home Waiting for the end of time (Nothing's sacred) A pleasant place to draw the line Yesterday is gone, tomorrow never comes Nothing is sacred, anymore I promise this, I promise that "God bless the USA" It's a deceptive game, used by inspiring men Who we elect in vain While they kiss your babies, they break their promises And send your sons off to war While their pocket turns green And in the end you'll see We're right where we were before Yesterday is a forgotten place Your concern for today is somehow erased So don't deny what is real, or give up your beliefs 'Cause the past is a thing that time won't repeat "These are the best days of your life" they say "You're wild, young, & free" But I watch as the best of friends drift apart Like drifting boats on a stormy sea Childhood friends - Just faces and names Memories of days gone by Once close as can be, with all the same dreams Now only people with separate lives Probe the yesterdays of your mind (Nothing's sacred) As children, we seemed so wise Yesterday is gone, tomorrow never comes Nothing is sacred, anymore Oh, nothing is sacred! Times are changing before our eyes The people we trust fill our world with lies All the things that seemed golden have tarnished with age And the world is filled with a vengeful rage While men kill each other and empires fall, Who will stand in the end, when mankind takes a fall? Waiting for the end of time (Nothing's sacred) A pleasant place to draw the line Yesterday is gone, tomorrow never comes Nothing is sacred, anymore Oh, Nothing is sacred!