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?