The future is gnashing its endless teethnAs it lumbers towards our drunk kingnHis god is recklessnHis faith is boldnHe spits his rabid grace on anPanicked courtnWe're lostnOur place in time...nIt breeds this maddening thought thatnWe won't be stoppednThat this century bleeds like the lastnThat the future folds in our handsnTake we take we takenEach chance to run wildnAs time fades, we don't changenRun straight into fire