The Fatalist

Eventually they'll come,

Beyond evening call and for eons

To clean the blood and

Salvage what remains

For once we've seen the fragile nature

And things behind its windows

If nothing nears, if nothing ends

We see what drives the hopeless

In between the 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 beyond

Oh can we fight fatigue,

And be stunning sorrow

When all is preordain,

The sight will never end

The ones that Been in this realm,

The possibility and dream

Now lays in waste and ruin

And laid to waste again

You wash your hands in blood

You squander time and

You battle 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 beyond

You are the fatalist

If nothing changes, then nothing ends

Your thoughts are broken, your reasoning is flawed

Defense is just a night, when lies are all you got

No, you are the fatalist,

You are the fatalist

Oh easy can we see,

They fade behind your argument,

The fatalist-ed smile

The day has come, you are the fatalist

The day has come, you are the fatalist

You walk on soil, that dreams of beyond

The day has come,

The day has come,

You walk on ground that screams for murder