Endless Teeth (Genghis Tron)

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