Neon National Park
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
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
Dragging ourselves over the canyon
(At least I'm not alone)
Blank stares three thousand miles wide
(Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go?)
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
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
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
Dragging ourselves over the canyon
(At least I'm not alone)
Blank stares three thousand miles wide
(Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go?)
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
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