Ghengis Tron
Endless Teeth
The future is gnashing its endless teethAs it lumbers towards our drunk kingHis god is recklessHis faith is boldHe spits his rabid grace on aPanicked courtWe're lostOur place in time...It breeds this maddening thought thatWe won't be stoppedThat this century bleeds like the lastThat the future folds in our handsTake we take we takeEach chance to run wildAs time fades, we don't changeRun straight into fire
From Letras Mania