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...