Global Concepts - Radio Edit
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 seeking 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 portal 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 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?
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 seeking 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 portal 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 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?
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Writer(s): Robert Delong
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