Bad Religion

Lyrics

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 or 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 a matter of course, entropy, energy 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 disequilibrium
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 consciousness at death and then you will agree