Em                            Am 
I think it burns my sense of truth 
                           C 
to hear me shouting at my youth 
                        Em 
I need a way to sort it out. 
Em                      Am 
After I die, I'll re-awake, 
                        C 
redefine what was at stake 
                        Em 
from the hindsight of a god. 
Em                          Am 
I'll see the people that I use, 
                       C 
see the substance I abuse, 
                         Em 
the ugly places that I lived. 
Em                        Am 
Did I make money? Was I proud? 
                         C 
Did I play my songs too loud? 
                           Em 
Did I leave my life to chance 
                            Em Am Em Am Em 
or did I make you f***ing dance? 

(And just repeat the same chords through the rest of the song) 

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. 

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? 

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? 


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