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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 of 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 disquilibrium 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 of death
And then you will agree
Colaboração: André Luís
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