In your time away from the repression
I think geography has died and in its grave a lesson for us
You want so bad to see, but we wanted so bad to believe
We want to believe. We want to believe
The rise and fall of culture waters it down a little bit
Our teachers are all fired, our artists are all drowned
The qualities of statues are talking the heroes down
The city in slow motion quickly crumbles to the ground
And in the ruins waiting, the answer will be found
We see patterns (the city without struggle is a cultureless place) where no
patterns exist
The rise and fall of value is written on your face
We see patterns (we'll value the constant when variables have no place) where
no patterns exist
There are patterns in the street, there are patterns out in space
Our teachers are all fired, our artists are all drowned
The qualities of statues are talking the heroes down
The city in slow motion quickly crumbles to the ground
And in the ruins waiting, the answer will be found
We see patterns (the city without struggle is a cultureless place) where no
patterns exist
The rise and fall of value is written on your face
We see patterns (we'll value the constant when variables have no place) where
no patterns exist
There are patterns in the street, there are patterns out in space