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?