One Million Patterns Songtext
von G.A.S. Drummers

Wasting a life for every sin,
I remained inconscious in a deadly scene,
Turned off the lights, who am I to stay?
Just nothing.

It′s hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns,
Once you find out a secret trace that's buried in time.


Wasted your life for having no dreams,
Remained inmanent through the years,
And when your back folds you′ve got nothing else to say,
A whole life of work and one million patterns.

It's hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns,
Once you find out a secret trace that's buried in time.

A man can feel lucky for doing what he wants,
In this boring race, some are committed to agony
Some are the pretty face.
American Dream is just a big lie.