Global Concepts

I think it burns my sense of truth

to hear me shouting at my youth

I need a way to sort it out.

After I die, I'll re-awake,

redefine what was at stake

from the hindsight of a god.

I'll see the people that I use,

see the substance I abuse,

the ugly places that I lived.

Did I make money? Was I proud?

Did I play my songs too loud?

Did I leave my life to chance

or did I make you f***ing dance?

Symmetry exists only in our mind.

Our brain is shaping squares.

So I woke up with entropy defined

but the forms still linger there, in my head.

I'll see the people that I use,

see the substance I abuse,

the ugly places that I lived.

Did I make money? Was I proud?

Did I play my songs too loud?

Did I leave my life to chance

or did I make you f***ing dance?

Global concepts uncommon the world round

but we share a mortal frame

that if you can hear reacts to every sound

but no two people move the same.

I think it burns my sense of truth

to hear me shouting at my youth

I need a way to sort it out.

After I die, I'll re-awake,

redefine what was at stake

from the hindsight of a god.

I'll see the people that I use,

see the substance I abuse,

the ugly places that I lived.

Did I make money? Was I proud?

Did I play my songs too loud?

Did I leave my life to chance

or did I make you f***ing dance?