Broken Patterns
Sins Of Society
All around me are forgotten faces
Empty places, hollow traces
Bright and early in their worn-out cages
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their silence fills their shallow spaces
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I can't outrun this sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of heavy
I find it kind of strange
The dreams I keep surviving
Are the ones I can't explain
I find it hard to answer
I find it hard to breathe
When we're all just chasing circles in a maze that never leaves
Broken patterns
Broken patterns
Children waiting for their chance to feel good
Empty wishes, misunderstood
And I feel the way I never thought I would
Sit and wonder, sit and wonder
I went to school, but I was never counted
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, can you see what I've become?
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of heavy
I find it kind of strange
The dreams I keep surviving
Are the ones I can't explain
I find it hard to answer
I find it hard to breathe
When we're all just chasing circles in a maze that never leaves
Broken patterns
Broken patterns
Running in the same old lanes
Trying to escape the names
Can't outrun what still remains
It's all just broken patterns
And I find it kind of heavy
I find it kind of strange
The dreams I keep surviving
Are the ones I can't explain
I find it hard to answer
I find it hard to breathe
When we're all just chasing circles in a maze that never leaves
Broken patterns
Broken patterns
Falling through my shattered world
Broken patterns
Broken patterns