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 fucking dance

Symmetry exists only in our mind

Our brain is seeing 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 fucking 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 fucking dance

Fucking