Patterns And How They Change The Visible World

You're either blessed when you're dead or when we're young,

And from you I learned in between those years there is nothing left to see.

So hide all your blessings, and keep 'em somewhere safe,

So they don't break apart.

Is there a reason why the rain only falls on your head?

It just doesn't seem right at all.

You sold your soul for a soul that's life full.

The years go by but you don't have a single sweet memory,

And if you don't deserve to be happy,

Why would I, Why would I?

Is there a reason why the rain only falls on your head?

It just doesn't seem right.

Is there a reason why the rain only falls on your head?

It just doesn't seem right, at all.