The Fatalist

[Verse 1]
Descendants we are
Of malignance and grace
Desperate to crawl
(Could you speak on disaster?)
Through the emptiest space

[Chorus 1]
Silent, the wind at your sail
Never again
This is no place for a man
So destined to drown

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 1]
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)

[Chorus 2]
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)