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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 abuse, 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 f***ing 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 abuse, the ugly places that I lived. Letras de cancionesDid 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 f***ing 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 abuse, 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 f***ing dance? From Letras Mania