Bài hát The Fatalist Báo Lỗi

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 ends


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


You are the fatalist


If nothing changes

Then nothing ends


Your thoughts are broken

Your reasoning is flawed

The defense is just an act

And 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