I can feel the second hand

Like some vicious marching band that stomps inside my head

And what am I to do

When the days rush past like a dollar bill that you try to grab but it flies right past you

I pour my tears into this plastic crucible

Where every path I choose

Leads to one destination

2120

It’s coming baby

You can’t run baby

And my tears do nothing

But they keep coming

And I’ve read enough to know we got no reason for hope

But its better than nothing

I’ll pour my grief into this plastic crucible

Forge a new infinite fuel

Made of anger, and hope, and refusal

2120

It’s coming baby

You can’t run baby

And through it all

I feeI love I feel love I feel love feel love

I feeI love I feel love I feel love feel love