A slow burn of tension, discord and dystopian failure with a touch of soon-to-be tarnished hope, which, come to think of it, is a really crappy thing for my wife to have inscribed on our wedding rings. Haunting, methodical and ominous, this futuristic/modern classical cut is the embodiment of pesky second thoughts, dark images and ruined ideas portrayed by shifting, cloud-like pads of organ/synths that slowly become more methodical and mathematical with mid-tempo percolating electric guitar plucks, mechanical-sounding electric bass and slow, anguished violin wails. The mood becomes more strident and suspenseful @1:01 with staccato orchestral strings and lamenting male group vocals suggesting future misery, like a date who says "supposably." The cut builds in tenor and strength until by the end we're being inexorably dragged into a whirlpool of shame and evil. Good for murders, religious crimes and watching your dreams die.