ENTROPY from ENTROPY by BUZZIFIED

(All things fade eventually)
(All things face the entropy)
(All things fade eventually)
(All things fade)

Have you heard?
They're leaving us all to the birds?
I caught word, someone decided we're cursed
No mind for concern,
choking lights that should burn
but that's how life goes after the light show

Inhale your first breaths, and spend it rifling through trash
at the tail end of the planet,
rising from ash.


something vanished
Can you grasp it, what happened?
Did it matter? When you had it?
Did you plan this? Can you manage?

The status is blown up
The party’s been shown up,
Poll lines slow up,
to vote boxes closed up

Take on the plague later,
who gives a fuck
stay in my echochamber,
I already know enough

to detach, more time for me,
and less to pay,
we assume we’re all immune in cozy homes to stay,
as i’m tapping sappy ads for a corp cutting corners
and canning our unlucky mourners

You better run, run, run,
As it all comes undone
We are remains
of a pain that survives our mortal time

You better shout, shout, shout,
Get it out loud now,
The rot's alive
Decay is an extant form of life

Ungrateful, hateful, irritated
faded labels, we're the jaded,
long awaited generation
of deflating labor
long awaiting paper
taking hate from lazy laymen men
and stay at home creatives,
making grave claims, all baseless,
frustration

speaking from cellular inflammation
flicking tweets, filling feeds with fradulent information
But nah, bye, I got more on my mind,
This is not the calm before, we’re in the storm, welcome to the eye

Bitch your heart out, peons,
In glitching burnt out neon,
get your read on,
Never speak on,
sound bytes you all lean on

it’s gotta be all of these water quality problems causing these
chemical lombotomies,
fed prop modus operandis,
fucking us up

won’t bother me, even,
I’m on it, believe me, I go all in, deep diving,
while you’re asleep, i’m wild in on a beat,
mixing a vibe, you feel it?

But honestly, I’m an anomaly,
Self-destructing messenger novelty,
bound to blow in 3, 2, 1 , so

You better run, run, run,
As it all comes undone
We are remains
of a pain that survives our mortal time

You better shout, shout, shout,
Get it out loud now,
The rot's alive
Decay is an extant form of life

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