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