there s a television on in the basement where the beasts are chained to the wall there s 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 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 