Eventually they'll come Your name has been called Out for aeons To claim the blood And salvage what remains
For once we've seen the fragile nature Of things behind these windows Where nothing lives And nothing dies
And seen what drives the hopeless In between their closing yellowed 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 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
If nothing changes Then nothing ends
Your thoughts are broken This reasoning is flawed The defence is just an act And lies are all you've got
You are the fatalist You are the fatalist
How easy can we see Defeat behind your argument That 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 You walk the ground That screams for murder