I think this burns my sense of truth To see 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 minds 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 hear reacts to every sound But no two people move the same. I think this burns my sense of truth To see 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 (Dance dance dance dance dance dance...)