Entropy — текст песни (Bad Religion)

random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard,
ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don`t
speak to me of anarchy or peace of calm revolt, man, we`re in a play
of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it`s entropy, it`s not a
human issue, entropy, it`s matter of course, entropy, enegery at all
levels, entropy, from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans
of suffrage tend to lose all significance, extinction, degradation;
the natural outcomes of our ordered lives, power, motivation;
temporary fixtures for which we strive, something in our synapses
assures us we`re ok but in our desequilibrium we simply can not stay,
it`s entropy..., a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as i, my
affectatious i can not rectify, but we are out of equilibrium
unnaturally, a pang of conciousness at death and then you will agree