Patterns

I've been watching you And it's a pretty dance you often do, It rings a bell front row and center pew And I can taste them, The edges of your words are trimmed in gold And separated into verses in the back of my tongue And I see ashes on your forehead that aren't there but I've got rug burns on my knees, Itching underneath tight denim You're no different than your enemy This is not a competition, But i see you in the corner of my eye you're keeping score You're no better than this This is a show that i've seen before I've seen both sides and i recognize these patterns And it's in your head, and it's in your head, and it's in your head It was always there and it's in there now and it always will be It's not their fault, no it's not their fault, no it's no ones fault It was in your head, it's all in your head, and it's here to stay And i spent one too many nights banging my head against the Wall to hear another voice telling me that i'm doing something wrong So excommunicate me You're no better than the fucked up doctrine that Sent me running to your doorstep in the first place I knew better than this You're better than this You're better I knew better than this