There's a television on

In the basement where the beasts are chained to the wall

Theres a fistfight in the hall

Where the beasts all dance to songs made for listening

There's a backbone in a proportion

The majority lack one

But its not about backbones this time around

Maybe one chance, I don't know

I keep on counting down

I keep on getting to zero

Dragging ourselves over the canyon

Blank stares three thousand miles wide

One by one we gently fall upon the jagged edge of history

We're on the edge of history

One, two, three, R-A-B-I-D

Beastly invertebrates we be

This is a problem, you know you know the same

It took a while to connect

Swallowed transformed and caged

Showcased celebrities or suburban families

We have no means to save ourselves today

Maybe one chance, I don't know

I keep on counting down

I keep on getting to zero

Dragging ourselves over the canyon

Blank stares three thousand miles wide

One by one we gently fall upon the jagged edge of history

We're on the edge of history

We're on the edge of...