Holy Sons - Pattern Gets Cold

Something makes the world go ‘round and I don't know what it is
If it flows through me get it out of me because I don't know what it is
I suffer from the grass is greener
And there's no divining why the pattern gets colder, meaner
The pattern gets cold

Written by:
Emil Amos Snizek

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