The Fatalist - Robbers On High Street

I was down for the count

Down, never out, I was determined

But I couldn’t catch a break

Always treading in the wake

Like I was afraid of it

So I gave up the fight

Let me fall where I might

And maybe I’m set to win

I quit action, I quit plan

I shook that big, invisible hand

And welcomed the Fatalist

Give yourself into its vision

No more struggle, no decisions

Beyond your control so give in and let go

Enter the Fatalist

Oh we try so hard

Oh we try, try so hard to get out of this

What is behind it?

The omniscient it

Yes, Fatalist, Fatalist, Fatalist, the Fatalist

Give yourself into its vision

No more struggle, no decision

Beyond your control

Welcome the unknown

Yes, Fatalist