In the aftermath we've learned to adapt
To a strange and implausible reality
Warning bells had been tolling so long
But no one would listen to reason
Oh the arrogance and the greed
They only saw what they wanted to see
Such belligerence, such bloody fools

A race to the bottom
It's a journey to Hell
Self annihilation
A world gone frantic with zero to tell
Tomorrow's generation

In the aftermath a few of us remember
The comforts of everyday reality
Now we're back to the horse and the wheel
The future a thing of the past
Your descendants will have to make do
They'll never miss what they never knew
Electricity and computers too

A race to the bottom
On a freight train to Hell
Self annihilation
A world gone frantic with zero to tell
Tomorrow's generation

The world just carried on
No provision in place
As every well ran dry
They continued to race

In the here-aftermath every breath
Will remind you of bygone insanity
We needed heroes but chose to be zeros
Hold on for the rest of your life
Back to the start, beginning again
Like being born in seven hundred and ten
Here it comes now, just around the bend

A race to the bottom going over the edge
Self annihilation
A world gone frantic with zero to pledge
To any generation
Any generation
Any generation
Any generation
Self annihilate"