Entropy

Chaos is time

Chaos is faded time

Dust in a cloud

Dust is a deep cloud

Feelings are lost

Feelings are long lost

Stars are all dying

Stars are all crying

We might not make it

We might not escape it

We feel like puppets

Shadow puppets

Leaning alone

Leaning, they’re all gone

Seeking the alien

Seeking a real friend

We don’t really die

We don’t really outshine

We are information

With no long term solution

Everything will eventually revolve

Making it the joke we can’t absorb

Slipping away

Slipping are our days

Mixing our cells

Ringing our fate bells

We don’t really die

We don’t really outshine

We are information

We are just a fraction of the sun

Everything will eventually revolve

Making it the joke we can’t absorb