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THE FATALIST

Nothing ever makes sense
Everything is wrong
Place every shred of hope
When all is dead and gone
In a hole dug with hands
Bled dry, ravaged by time
Beaten against the glass
I claim the blame as mine

Can't help but look away from the stone
Chiseled without a care or dignity
There's a circumstance
With no recompense
All the blood is washed away from the bone
Piece by piece, no peace, just fatality

I'm a Fatalist
The war inside myself is killing me
Break the catalyst
I killed the only ray of hope
I'm a Fatalist

The war inside myself is killing me
Until I am twisting on the rope

Listen to internal lies
And believe the fiction
Chiseled in the granite
Mass infected stitches
Bleeding pus and maggots
Writhing before the feast
The carnivorous kings
At the banquet of the beast

I feel like I'm falling again
For the same trap of utter misery
There's no second chance
Victim of happenstance
Nothing to do but make peace with the damned
Restless peace, one piece in fatality

I'm a Fatalist
The war inside myself is killing me
Break the catalyst
I killed the only ray of hope
I'm a Fatalist

The war inside myself is killing me
Until I am twisting on the rope

DECLARATION OF DEPRAVITY
THE SEPARATION IN THE SCHISM
ABSOLUTION IN CATASTROPHE
THE CATALYST OF CATACLYSM

IT SEEMS THAT REACHING OUT
IS A HOPELESS THING

Can't help but look away from the stone
Chiseled without a care or dignity
There's a circumstance
With no recompense
All the blood is washed away from the bone
Piece by piece, no peace, just fatality

I'm a Fatalist
The war inside myself is killing me
Break the catalyst
I killed the only ray of hope
I'm a Fatalist

The war inside myself is killing me
Until I am twisting on the rope