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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
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