Patternist Get A Grip
So feign a better life
Like nothing's wrong
And know it's in your head
That the ghosts of something good
They linger on
To haunt the living dead
My god, I've changed
I'm losing myself to thinking this way
Get a grip, kid
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
My god, I've changed
I'm losing myself to thinking this way
Get a grip, kid
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon...
