…or did I make you Fuckin Dance!?
April 11, 2013 in Uncategorized
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 reawake
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 mind
Our brain is seeking squares
So I woke up with entropy defined
But the forms still linger there, in my headGlobal concepts don’t come in the world round
But we share a mortal frame
That if you can’t hear reacts to every sound
But no 2 people move the sameI need a way to sort it out
After I die, I’ll reawake
Redefine what was at stake
From the hindsight of a godI’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?




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