The Fatalist

Descendants we are

Of malignance and grace

Desperate to crawl

(Could you speak on disaster?)

Through the emptiest space

Silent, the wind at your sail

Never again

This is no place for a man

So destined to drown

The fatalist calls

As your mind is erased

(Come closer, here)

Now that it's over (As all things, a life bled)

Tell me, what should I say?

Fuck it

Silent, the wind at your sail

Never again

This is no place for a man (Would you suffer for love?)

So destined to drown (Sever my connection to now)

This is no fate for a man

No, not again

Snared in the coils of your master (Would you suffer for love?)

So it's suffering then (Sever my connection to you)