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 used

see the substance i abused

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 fucking dance?

symmetry exists only in our mind

our brain is seeing squares

so i woke up with entropy defined

but the forms still lingered there

in my head

i'll see the people that i used

see the substance i abused

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 fucking dance?

global concepts aren't common the world round

but we share a mortal frame

that if you can't 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 used

see the substance i abused

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 fucking dance?