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…)

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