Holding Patterns
The universe it waits
All the miseries that we make
The global emptiness
Identikit heroes, giant alter-egos
Internal monologues, the branded demagogues
To all the first responders
And all the early adopters
Bad blood cold rain*
The most modern of our pain
Perpetual, eventual
Perpetual slavery, eventual shame
Holding patterns are all that matter
Holding patterns draw the curtains
Hold back morning, no returning
All the mess we made
Failure to communicate
The missing millions
All are sinning from the beginning
No point in hanging on
Legacies are too far gone
Scared souls are never free
Black moons and high black galaxies
Bad blood cold rain
The most modern of our pain
Perpetual, eventual
Perpetual slavery, eventual shame
Holding patterns are all that matter
Holding patterns draw the curtains
Hold back morning, no returning
Bad blood cold rain
The most modern of our pain
Perpetual, eventual
Perpetual slavery, eventual shame
Holding patterns are all that matter
Holding patterns draw the curtains
Hold back morning, no returning
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*I *thought* it was "chlorine", but that could be wrong!? Anyone else got a different suggestion?(solved? see edit1)
And "high black galaxies"? Thought it was 'hyper-galaxies' at first. hmm.
Edit1: I think it’s ‘cold rain’ not ‘chlorine’.
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Official lyrics from the Japanese versions’s inlay (SO wrong IMHO. SO VERY wrong. But take your pick!
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Holding Patterns
Lone universe he wakes
All the miseries that we make
The global emptiness
Identical heroes, giant TaToRiTos
Internal monologues, the branded demigods
Two of the first responders
And all the early doctors
That much, count on me
That must mind her, not by pain
I bet you were, I bet you weren’t
I bet you were shivering, I bet you were ashamed
Holding patterns
Draw them back now
Holding patterns
Draw back curtains
Hold back morning
No returning
All the mess we made
Failure to communicate
I miss you millions
All I’ve seen in from the beginning
No point in hanging on
Legacies are too far down
Skid souls and liver cream
Black moons and half black galaxies
That much, count on me
That must mind her, not by pain
I bet you were, I bet you weren’t
I bet you were shivering, I bet you were ashamed
Holding patterns
Draw them back now
Holding patterns
Draw back curtains
Hold back morning
No returning
That much, count on me
That must mind her, not by pain
I bet you were, I bet you weren’t
I bet you were shivering, I bet you were ashamed
Holding patterns
Draw them back now
Holding patterns
Draw back curtains
Hold back morning
No returning
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