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Lyricist: Robert DeLong
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? Dance d-d-d-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? Dance d-d-d-dance Fuckin dance
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