Lyrics
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 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 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?