Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look for Patterns, artist - Calm.Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Look for Patterns |
| I’m building a home |
| I’m all on my own |
| This city is gold |
| From the outside in |
| Staring at the TV and the neon billboards |
| People out here taking pills cause they’re bored |
| Doing what they’re told to do mouth full of molly pills |
| Cause their favorite rapper’s out in Hollywood hills |
| This is how you start a cult, ethos, pathos, and logos |
| They reward you with a like, they got you in a chokehold |
| Listen to the internet can you hear the chatter? |
| In the matrix like n-e-o looking for patterns |
| Good thoughts to water gives the molecules symmetry |
| Think about your loved ones and think about your enemies |
| Plants grow faster when you send them good thoughts |
| So are you speaking nutrition or words that’ll rot? |
| Fibonacci sequence, petals on a flower |
| The spirals of a snail, patterns are power |
| Your DNA is a fractal, a mathematical ladder |
| Staring at the golden ratio looking for patterns |
| Dodging hashtags and ads, backstroking through the matrix |
| Calculating equations of pigeons over gas stations |
| 180 degrees is a line, 360 a circle |
| Staring at triangles, Pythagoras in the wormhole |
| Music is numbers, I’m counting the circle of fifths |
| A metronome, a bar, chord, syllable, or riff |
| The Mayans mapped the stars count the rings of Saturn |
| Galileo went to prison, looking for patterns |
| Annihilating algorithms so you can hear me |
| Calculating chess moves, rap is game theory |
| Bees making honeycomb, hexagon hives |
| Spirals in a nebula the truth you can’t hide |
| Sacred geometry, the pyramids of Giza |
| Line up with pyramids in Guatemala for a reason |
| Math is alive, we’re equations made of matter |
| I’m swimming through spacetime looking for patterns |
| Fading to a quiet |
| Dreaming till we’re tired |
| Where are all my heroes? |
| Oh no |
| Fading to a quiet |
| Everyone is tired |
| And I watch them go |
| Home |