When I think about the things I'll lose
And the things I've already lost
All I see are patterns
These dark patterns and intrusive thoughts
I've searched for meaning in a world on fire
I know they'd hang me upon the cross
All I see are patterns
These dark patterns and intrusive thoughts
Violence begets violence
And I am caught in the cycle
But I've seen heaven in the smallest things
I taught myself to be thankful
I've had visions of the end times
I've seen the flowers bloom just to wilt
And if there is a God all around us
Who will say sorry for what we've built?
Dark patterns
You never had a choice
Intrusive thoughts
One violent voice
Dark patterns
They built you a life
Intrusive thoughts
Make 'em put up a fight
