This song was one of the later produced tracks, finished right before its release on the 10th of October 2024. This one was tough because the finishing process and release was right around the corner and had a harsh deadline, but there was a major storm in Roanoke, Virginia, where Cameron lives. This sparked a 3-day power outage in which Cameron had to work on some of the song on his phone, which was also already dying. The song was about to be scrapped and released without Berpy, having only 13 songs; but this wasn't the case. Cameron finished the song solo on his phone before it died and sent the copy over to finish production in California, where Sivert lives and helped. This also explains why the album art has a different font from the other singles' album covers, because the name was given very late into the song as well. Cameron actually doesn't hate this song, but he thinks it could be produced much better, and he has stated that he might try. he has stated that 'Recreating the vibe that berpy gives me is actually really tough with my new equipment and software, but I'm trying to get it in a good way. Berpy was very minimal, reusing a lot of the same instruments and only being limited to having less than 15 tracks for each song, due to the current hardware and software limits". A few months later, cameron started working and got paid and now has a steady budget for his work that he saves up for. This is one of the longer songs on Berpy, being 5 minutes and 40 seconds.
The lyrics are down below.
The official album cover to the Palindrome of patterns Single
(Ypreb morf kcabdeef erom deviecer ev'ew, won thgir)
Now that there's another one
A look into the future is about the time I get forth
Through the future, into I go
Seem to be splitting atoms every molecule that I know
Seem another reality
Fortunate enough to get passed through the obstacle course
Since what we're doing right here, is traveling time every boring second that wе move now
I backslide into a palindrome of lеngthiness sought by a builder who thought, 'What am I truly doing here' and decided to live his life in sin
I never thought that it would work but he made something good out his long bad life, and that is good for me to pass him off as a good man
The lengthiness is a pattern of fallacies
I use the segment addition postulate as a tree
Now, AB plus BC equals AC
Put it together, you understand my struggles And the title makes sense, you see
I don't think it's possible to win
A battle not even the strongest man could defeat
With this man, the brain matters far more than the muscle
Since I know that he comes up down from the rubble
I backslide into a palindrome of lengthiness sought by a builder who thought, 'What am I truly doing here' and decided to live his life in sin
I never thought that it would work but he made something good out his long bad life, and that is good for me to pass him off as a good man
Now I see it once, a pattern on what seems to be letters repeated in an orientation from back to front
Repeated simultaneously, soon creating an endless cycle of torture that we hid inside of our brains
We have all backslid once and we will again
Every single second we do this, and we never know
This service that I wish to provide will be glory luck
If I fail it next time, I'm last, and out of luck
(I backslide)
I must just be lost in your arms
I'm done, but not yet
I see you there
I must just be lost in your arms
I'm done, but not yet
I see you there
Now