Well its a force of nature to be recognized

In the various equations of the social kind

We look to our left, Then turn to our right

Always taken back when the heat starts to rise, rise.



No one will tell you

Nobody will tell you



Its a measure of disorder

A matter of time

Were living in an entropy.



Well its random reaction thats divided by rage

A single handed effort in the escalade

The static will clear as the masses evolve

A loss of information as the message fades away, away.



No one will tell you

Nobody will tell you



Its a measure of disorder

A matter of time

Were living in an entropy.



Rise. And no one will tell you

Rise. And nobody will tell you



Its a measure of disorder

A matter of time

Were living in an entropy