Pattern of This Place

Lady at the station knows my name
But she's not there behind her counter yet
I gotta talk to someone else today
And i don't care about a word they say
It's hard to see the pattern of this place
You can't rely upon it to feel safe
No one who works here can ever say
That what they like about it is empty space

Are you not what i worry about
Are you not my enemy

The dark identifies an open space
It puts some light upon it to field change
It can't go on much farther than that date
It keeps you locked inside it and feeling hate
The name is not the name you have to say
You follow every order but nothing came
And no one who works will ever say
That they rely upon it to feel safe

You're moving on from me