The Pattern

[Verse 1]
Check the science quantum physics
We don't buy it realizing that this vision
Of the fires in the distance with these children
And the lies that they've been given
For the wisdom of the future
And the lights have all been dimming
They can use their minds to lift an eye and shift reality
And twenty eight is kept down in the
Cryogenic faculty
Twenty five is trying to save humanity
And twenty six, the rebels tried to kidnap
But failed massively
Yo, and if the pattern matches
Then that's what science asking
To save the people from Japan
From dying in their ashes
In 1988 they said the sky was flashing
In 2019 the oceans flood the brier patches
And now the military tries with tanks and laser rifles
Because they tried to harness God inside the day
So they throw their lives away
Kids that never got to go outside and play
Instead they sit and cry until their eyes would ache

[Chorus] X 2
Yo, I woke up and found the nightmare
I see visions, my head throbs, it smells like milk
They say my pattern matches with the harbinger of fate
And I yell until the glass breaks

[Verse 2]
Hallucinations
This patient can't maintain the stasis
The power levels of his inner wasteland
Spilling out onto the floor but now he's just mistaken
But it corrupts that which frames inside his inner wavelengths
And so he faces military agents, they test his patience
So he kills them with a flick of his wrist
Don't be mistaken
Cause inside him's still a person worth saving
Familiar faces they tried their best to get him back to haven
But Neo-Tokyo is hopeless in a state of protest, explosions
And street pockets smoking and riot gear propulsions
And so their guns and let the smoke that smolders
Until this island's drowning
As it sinks under the ocean, all commotion
And these children realize the end times are given
They blame minds, dig into his and find he won't listen
As the scientists sit and watch the screens flash
Gathering data because the patterns match

[Chorus] X 2
Yo, I woke up and found the nightmare
I see visions, my head throbs, it smells like milk
They say my pattern matches with the harbinger of fate
And I yell until the glass breaks