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*cking 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*cking 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*cking dance?