Текст песни Global Concepts - 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...