Global Concepts Songtext
von Robert DeLong

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 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 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 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 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 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?

Fucking-

Dance