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