The open path is cold chilling my spine I reek of life If god already died, what am I to do? I understand Raped my mind, still I choose blind Narrow paths are merging Show me how to reach the pattern's end Patterns upon the wind, did you leave us? Floating oblivion, they mean nothing The price of ignorance I have to pay now The choice is hard Pattern's changing fast my life is fading Don't read the lines Useless lives are sold A universal stroll