Gates - Cast In The Pattern
I?m just the letter lost and better left unfound
The vessel of redemption cut loose and run aground
I am the messenger that never made a sound
Right now i might as well be lost in reverie
No cause left for the consciousness you ever could call me
Content with defeat i tell myself that this is who i am
That i planned to be this apathetic
A pathetic lack of plans, i?ll resign with but a sigh
Forget there ever was a reason why
I was trying to be something
In a home that doesn?t want me
It?s better being nothing
When it?s all i?ve ever been
Right now i might as well be lost in reverie
No cause for the consciousness you ever could call me
I would rather die than live with what i?ll never become
Letras Gates