Paroles de Patterns

I am walking a line between The profound and banal Losing my faith But now why's it so cold at night Whenever I'm alone The child is gone So I've been told In every bet there is a fool and a thief Now walk Follow the pattern That leads us through our lives Now that it shows I can see the cynic I've become I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man. I am walking a line between The profound and banal Losing my faith But now why's it so cold at night Whenever I'm alone And thieves wear crowns I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man And in every bet there's a fool and a thief We're all lost In these patterns I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man We're all lost What's the point of these patterns?