Letra de The Pattern

Always afraid to speak, self-locked in involution So puzzled of your own irresolution Screaming in revolt, you only grumble You run so bold in fight but you stumble Disciplined, impotent, implement You wait aside in rumble That's why IT CUTS RIGHT THROUGH YOU RIGHT THROUGH YOU Big and grandiloquent, the words said in the mirror A smoking barrel of a gun with no trigger You stand in glory, again you're dusted Kneeled in the corner of your life, you're rusting Patternized, methodized, equalized Made so well adjusted That's why IT CUTS RIGHT THROUGH YOU RIGHT THROUGH YOU So transparent in your plastic glory A mouth of a sycophant with a virulent spit A cancer eating through the roots of tolerance A pattern rusted, repeated through the week You're... Paralyzed, methodized, equalized In the pattern rusted That's why IT CUTS RIGHT THROUGH YOU RIGHT THROUGH YOU A patternized sickness that cuts IT CUTS RIGHT THROUGH YOU A cancerous weakness that cuts IT CUTS RIGHT THROUGH YOU The Pattern IT CUTS RIGHT THROUGH YOU