Lyrics

Fatalism

I look out and see that the future is not so bright for me
I?m stuck inside a plastic bag with no room to breath
She holds us up, takes a look at me and my friends
Taps the bag, pays the money, this is gonna be my end

This is it, the grasshopper meets its match
Who new it would be a lady and snake with some eggsa to hatch
This is what he was born for I know it isn?t much
To fill the stomach of some other creature no one likes to touch

Fatalism, is a tough thing to bear
If you, are given a rank in life, for which no one cares
The grasshopper, lives his life to die on the serpents tongue
He gives his life, so we all could become strong

Empty now, the bag is deflated as it floats to the floor
He?s gone, there won?t be another, never like there was before
he held us up, destiny is well on its way
Taps the bag, pays the money, the snake will be fed today

Fatalism, is a tough thing to bear
If you, are given a rank in life, for which no one cares
The grasshopper, lives his life to die on the serpents tongue
He gives his life, so we all could become strong

Fatalism, is a tough thing to bear
If you, are given a rank in life, for which no one cares
The grasshopper, lives his life to die on the serpents tongue
He gives his life, so we all could become strong