A billion babies chewed off Their faces in fear last year One look was all it took To decide not to stick around here Now the vultures circle the corpses Waiting for tomorrow's headlines Do the lies have to stack to the moon and back Before we see the signs? Our demise will be televised So sit back and enjoy our collective suicide Brought to you by the roll of a die Yeah, it's a wonderful time to be alive With pen in hand you come as a friend To dance on our graves On seas of doublethink and digital ink We ride the waves Pucker up and kiss the machine Shower it with your trust But in the end all words will Crumple and turn to dust Our demise will be televised So sit back and enjoy our collective suicide Brought to you by the roll of a die Yeah, it's a wonderful time to be alive Yeah, it's a wonderful time to be alive To be alive