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• Patterns - System Of A Down
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• Patterns - A Bullet For Pretty Boy

Life is a story,
Go ahead and find your sight.
Life is your glory,
Go ahead and live the night.
But to live means to be here,
In the present, now,
Do you try to bow for the gift of your day,
Then you cede to the morning sun.
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.
Life is a story,
Go ahead and find your sight.
But to live means to be here,
In the present, now,
Do you try to bow for the gift of your day,
Then you cede to the morning sun.
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.
What is it that makes us lose sight,
True sight, of what is real and essential?
I'll take organised patterns of chaos
Over the chaotic organisations of man, any day.
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.
The patterns in the carpet do add up though,
You don't have to count.
The patterns in the carpet do add up though,

PATTERNS ALL AROUND YOU
PATTERNS EVERYWHERE
PATTERNS OF BEHAVIOR
SOMETIMES SEEM UNFAIR
CAN YOU RECOGNIZE THE PATTERNS THAT YOU FIND?
PATTERNS UNFAMILIAR
PATTERNS LEAD YOU THROUGH (TO)
PATTERNS OF DISCOVERY
TRACING OUT THE CLUES
CAN YOU RECOGNIZE THE PATTERNS THAT YOU FIND?
STUCK IN YOUR MIND
IN THIS LAND WHERE STABILITY IS HARD TO FIND
YOU CAN REARRANGE THE PATTERNS SO UNKIND
DON'T BOTHER ASKING WHY A PATTERN NEVER CRIES
OLD PATTERNS NEVER DIE THEY JUST GO ON AND ON
PATTERNS MULTIPLYING
RE-DIRECT OUR VIEW
ENDLESS VARIATIONS

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.

Patterns
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I mst dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.

She fell fifteen floors
Then she died
It was the only way to see inside
The reasons trickle
From her fingers
And the brightness fades from her eyes
She'd tell me it was nothing
A mistake and now she's well
She'd work a spell, and then
As if nothing bad had happened
She'd be sitting making patterns
With my scared tired eyes
When she cuts, then she bleeds
It's the only way she gets what she needs
Sitting making patterns with my scared tired eyes
And then
She'd take me to a doorway
And to the other side
She'd take me through with passion, tenderness and pride
She brought me back with her hands
Making promises and plans
I left her in barren lands when I came inside
I'd see her glazed eyes
And crazed lies
And the as if nothing bad had happened
As if nothing bad had happened
She'd be sitting making patterns
With my scared tired eyes
She'd be sitting making patterns
'cause my promises were lies

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

Falling from a second story window,
Patterns collide when I hit the ground.
Remind me never to look down again.
Come on, come on, dance it up.
Get on the dance floor and bring it all night.
Now I have eyes again,
Replace sorrow with sight.

Marriott-Lane
I see crazy patterns everytime I look your way
I can feel those crazy patterns forcing me to stay
Patterns in the womans hands that weren't there yesterday
Patterns all the way
Patterns all the way.
Your rosy eyes are closing and you're staring at the door
The sun is slowly rising and you're staring at the floor
Patterns in the morning sky that weren't there yesterday
Patterns all the way
Patterns all the way.
Ah - ah - ah – ah
Patterns, patterns.
Ah - ah - ah – ah
Patterns, patterns.
Patterns in the way you look that weren't there yesterday
Patterns all the way
Patterns all the way.
Ah - ah - ah – ah
Patterns, patterns
Ah - ah - ah – ah
Patterns, patterns.

There's one for the sorrow and two for the joy
And three for the girls and four for the boys
There's five for the silver and six for the gold
And seven for the secrets that are never to be told
There's eight in the river and nine in my head
And ten of the worst kind sleeping in my bed
There's a pattern, there's a pattern, there's a pattern there to follow
A pattern, there's a pattern, there's a pattern there to follow
Oh, oh, oh, to follow
Oh, oh, oh, to follow
There's one for the money and two for the sin
And three for the tongue when authority kicks in
There's four for the reason and five for the tricks
But nothing's going to save you from the six six six
There's seven for the days and seven for the nights
And seven for the heavens and the tunnel and the lights
There's a pattern, there's a pattern, there's a pattern there to follow
A pattern, there's a pattern, there's a pattern there to follow
Oh, oh, oh, to follow
Oh, oh, oh, to follow
To follow
To follow
To follow
Oh, oh, oh, to follow

Can you see the marks in me
Please tell me what they mean
I think I might have seen this in a dream
Patterns and circles
Letters and dots
I'm tired of drinking but cannot stop
This smoke really lingers in this place I know
On and on and ooooooon always
On and on and ooooooon always
My death will be the end of this
Go on and leave your marks
I think I might have seen this in a film
On and on and ooooooon always
On and on and ooooooon always
On and on and ooooooon always
On and on and ooooooon always
Before I fall
I wanna taste it all
Before I fall
I wanna taste it all

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a shadow on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like a rat in a maze
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
Like the color of my skin,
And the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns

Oh my darling
Oh my dear
There's patterns forming everywhere
As I'm sleeping
As you dream
I realize you're all I need
I could lay around all day
And watch you as you contemplate
The physics of the truest love
The moment you were thinking of
The first of dawn
The shapes we made
Sheets were thrown straight off the bed
As I told the biggest lie
You turned your head and shut your eyes
When the credits start to roll
As you feel it in your soul
You shoot a glance so soft and true

I can feel something outrageous tonight
No big deal, now I am feeling alright
Patterns of a lifeless game
Reflected as the cycles pass
You will know you’re not the same
After you crack the glass
Pictures showing, you won’t believe it, my friend
Thinking, knowing this must be put to an end
What will be here if I would try to escape?
Great is my fear, I just can’t live in this state
Patterns of a lifeless game
Reflected as the cycles pass
You will know you’re not the same
After you crack the glass
Day by day the tidal waves are changing
Filling the slots
With the lots
Of trouble and pain
Absence of choice
Hear my voice
There’s nothing to gain
Strapped to the ground
My life being bound to you
What will be here if I would try to escape?
Great is my fear, I just can’t live in this state
Patterns of a lifeless game
Reflected as the cycles pass
You will know you’re not the same

Life is a story
Go ahead and find your sight
Life is your glory
Go ahead and live the night
But to live means to be here
In the present now
Do try to bow for the gift of your day
Then you cede to the morning sun
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
Life is a story
Go ahead and find your sight
But to live means to be here
In the present now
Do try to bow for the gift of your day
Then you cede to the morning sun
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
What is it that makes us lose sight
True sight, of what is real and essential
I'll take organized patterns of chaos
Over the chaotic organizations of man, any day
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight

Weakness of our bodies
Can't make us climb these walls
Will we break the awful patterns
Before the end is here
I'm in need of something more
I'm stuck in a shallow grave
I've been here before
So Lord lend me your hand
I've been here before
In this endless cycle
I've fallen once again
And with this empty feeling
I seek forgiveness
And await the answer
Action without movement
Await the answer
Desire without heart
There are voices in our heads
The weakness of our bodies
Can make us climb these walls
Why is it so hard to listen to the
Voice inside our heads
It feels so close
Yet so far away
Even the wind and waves obey Him
What's there to fear
Give us strength to overcome this downfall
To stand to our feet
And break these awful patterns
Before the end is here
Why is it so hard to hear your voice
When you are right here
Why is it so hard to hear your voice