Patterns Lyrics - Praises To The War Machine - Warrel Dane

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 

That can scarcely be controlled