Entropy [Instrumental] from ENTROPY by BUZZIFIED

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

Haven't you heard?
Listened into the birds?
Caught word of the curse?
Feel the tides turn,
Feeling alright? (Fine.) Sure?

Seeing a light try to burn,
If it chokes am I concerned, no?
That's how life goes after the light show.

I don't know jack out of the trash I've heard or seen.
But mustn't just you trust that which I discerned it means,
Now, there's nothing around,
Feel at the ground,
Something was here, right?

Found it? Proud yet? Doubt it. Sounds like fear spite and

Mental states all blowing up,
new divides are showing up,
lines snaking, slowing up to ballot boxes closing up,
save the worry bout the dead for later, cause who gives a fuck.
stay in my echochamber, I already know enough.

I gotta detach, I got the time, don't need the pay.
Assuming the usual human has a cozy home to stay. as I'm
writting sappy ads for corporations cutting corners,
They're writing pink slips to mourners.

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

You bettter shout, shout, shout,
get it out, loud, now,
the rot's alive
and 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, frustrating me.

Drinking poison inflammation tea,
sitting and flicking your shitty fucking tweets,
or facebook feeds,
Nah,

Bye, I got more on my mind,
This aint the calm, this aint before,
We're in the storm, and I am the EYE.

Think what you want of me, peons.
Bottom feeders fuck off and get peed on.
You need to be getting your read on,
don't even dare speak on a thing for an eon.

I bet you probably got a lobotomy,
I mean I'm honestly contemplating
that is gotta be your Modus Operandi or
whatever the fuck your deal is

Don’t bother me even, I’m on it,
believe me, I go all in deep diving
while you’re asleep i’m driving
I got it, b, i’m open-and-shut, all realness

Honestly, i’m an anomaly
self-destructing messenger novelty
I’ll be gone in 3, 2, 1, so...

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