Time's, it seems, a funny thing- it simply comes and goes
And just where it gets to going there ain't nobody that knows
And some say time and space can be somewhat interchanged
Although to my untrained eye that seems just plain deranged
But they insist and that's just fine, and I will let them be
But one thing that's not letting up: that bitch is entropy.
Time's arrow- no, not the magazine
From order to pure chaos, and all points in between
This heat will be the death of us, just you wait and see
I'll put friction in my diction: the bitch is entropy.
In simpler times to beat their grinds madmen dreamt machines
That started without stopping- motion perpetual their schemes
But one and all each bouncing ball bounced less each time it fell
And no demon's deal could change that (just shut up there, Maxwell)
One reified conception laughed hard and merc'lessly
And to put a name right on it: that bitch was entropy.
Time's arrow- no, not the magazine
From order to pure chaos, and all points that you've seen
This heat will be the death of all- you won't be there to see
I'll put friction in my diction: the bitch is entropy.
I'd like to fix the broken
With just the spoken
Word.But disorder
Makes that border
line Absurd. Chaos theory
is my query:
We're all winding down
You'll not get more than
.99 horse
of this one-horse town
This heat will be the death of all- I won't be there to see
[grumble grumble grumble]
Just damn you, entropy.
And just where it gets to going there ain't nobody that knows
And some say time and space can be somewhat interchanged
Although to my untrained eye that seems just plain deranged
But they insist and that's just fine, and I will let them be
But one thing that's not letting up: that bitch is entropy.
Time's arrow- no, not the magazine
From order to pure chaos, and all points in between
This heat will be the death of us, just you wait and see
I'll put friction in my diction: the bitch is entropy.
In simpler times to beat their grinds madmen dreamt machines
That started without stopping- motion perpetual their schemes
But one and all each bouncing ball bounced less each time it fell
And no demon's deal could change that (just shut up there, Maxwell)
One reified conception laughed hard and merc'lessly
And to put a name right on it: that bitch was entropy.
Time's arrow- no, not the magazine
From order to pure chaos, and all points that you've seen
This heat will be the death of all- you won't be there to see
I'll put friction in my diction: the bitch is entropy.
I'd like to fix the broken
With just the spoken
Word.But disorder
Makes that border
line Absurd. Chaos theory
is my query:
We're all winding down
You'll not get more than
.99 horse
of this one-horse town
This heat will be the death of all- I won't be there to see
[grumble grumble grumble]
Just damn you, entropy.
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greaser:
I would, but Superman might think my deck is a landing pad.
greaser:
Then to add insult to injury he'll start with all that "Kneel before Zod" crap. I don't need that kind of drama in my life.