Repeating Patterns

(album: The More I Sleep The Less I Dream - 2018)

I walk into, somebody else's house
I turn right round and I'm quickly losing ground
And I poke myself in the eye just to check my vision
I hear, I see, I know what you've done to me
I'm losing sight, I question my current plight
And I polled myself, the results were inconclusive

I run I hide, commit social suicide
I take a page, I openly plagiarise
And I back myself into a corner and I'm not turning round
I wait my turn, I wait for the line to get long
I hit, I miss, I'm always aware of the risk
And I talk myself into repeating patterns

I run into the Forrest
I'm tripping over branches
I'm looking over my shoulder
Chase me, chase me, catch me
You're pulling in six figures
I'm sticking up two fingers

I wait my turn, I wait for the line to get long
I hit I miss, I'm always aware of the risk
And I talk myself into repeating patterns