The Fatalist

Eventually they'll come

Your name has been called out for eons

To claim the blood

And salvage what remains

For once we've seen the fragile nature

Of things behind its window

Where livesnothing

And nothing ends

And seen what drives the hopeless

In between

Their closing yellow walls

The day has come

You are the fatalist

The day has come

You are the fatalist

You walk on soil

That dreams of blood

How can we fight fatigue

In pre-historic sorrow?

When all is preordained

The cycle never ends

What once had been an endless realm

Of possibility and dream

Now laid to waste and ruin

And laid to waste again

You wash your hands in blood

You squander time

We borrow from eternity

Is it another lame excuse?

The day has come

You are the fatalist

The day has come

You are the fatalist

You walk on soil

That dreams of blood

You are the fatalist

If nothing changes

Then nothing ends

Your thoughts are broken

Your reasoning is flawed

The defense is just an act

All lies are all you've got

You are the fatalist

You are the fatalist

How easy we can see

Defeat behind your argument

The fatalistic smile

The day has come

You are the fatalist

The day has come

You are the fatalist

You walk on soil

That dreams of blood

The day has come

The day has come

You walk the ground

That screams for murder