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?