Endless Teeth

The future is gnashing its endless teeth

As it lumbers towards our drunk king

His god is reckless

His faith is bold

He spits his rabid grace on a

Panicked court

We're lost

Our place in time...

It breeds this maddening thought that

We won't be stopped

That this century bleeds like the last

That the future folds in our hands

Take we take we take

Each chance to run wild

As time fades, we don't change

Run straight into fire