robert delong
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 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?