| Back to zero
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| So you want to blow us all to pieces
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| Go meet your maker, head hung down
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| And give him all your explanations
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| Go ahead, throw down
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| Back to zero, back to nothing
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| Straight to meltdown, back to zero
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| That’s where we’re heading
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| It’s a monkey living on my back
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| I can feel my spine begin to crack
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| I’m looking to the future
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| I keep on glancing back
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| I prefer to rot
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| I don’t want to pop
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| I think I’ll head back to the jungle, alright
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| Don’t want to see no big bad rumble, too fright
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| Back to zero, that’s where we’re going
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| Back to nothing, right now, right now
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| No heroes? |
| No more heroes
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| Back to meltdown
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| That’s where I’m going, back to zero
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| My whole life is hanging on a thread
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| I’m the fly inside the spider’s web
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| I’m looking to the future
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| I keep on glancing back
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| I prefer to rot
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| I don’t want to pop
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| I worry about my great grandchildren
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| Living ten miles beneath the ground
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| I worry about their whole existence
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| The whole damn thing’s in doubt
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| Back to zero, that’s where we’re going
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| Back to nothing, that’s where we’re heading
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| Straight to meltdown, that’s where we’re going
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| Back to zero, right now, right now
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| We’re going nowhere
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| Right now, right now
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| Back to zero, that’s where we’re heading
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| Back to zero |