Patterns

I am walking a line between
 The profound and banal
 Losing my faith
 But now why's it so cold at night
 Whenever I'm alone
 The child is gone
 So I've been told
 In every bet there is a fool and a thief
 Now walk
 Follow the pattern
 That leads us through our lives
 Now that it shows
 I can see the cynic I've become
 I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
 I am walking a line between
 The profound and banal
 Losing my faith
 But now why's it so cold at night
 Whenever I'm alone
 And thieves wear crowns
 I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
 And in every bet there's a fool and a thief
 We're all lost
 In these patterns
 I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
 We're all lost
 What's the point of these patterns?
 We're all lost
 What's the point of theses patterns?