歌词
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.
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.