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 from listing 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, RABID 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 like 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