I read the news

It wasn’t news

It wasn’t really much at all

Entropy

Has got me thinking

I can’t bear to think at all

And do you think I’ll build a wall?

And if it has a name what will it be called?

Your guess is good as mine

And do you think it will be tall?

And if it falls will there be anyone left to hear it

If at all?

And while you’re sitting

On your couch

Lay all your miseries to rest

Just don’t forget

That luxury

Is built on suffering at best

Scissors cut the strings

They’re sort of damaged

Please don’t sweep the hill no more

It seems like every luxury is just a void

And now that’s anyone who knows

Into every happy home

Don’t leave the light on in your room

Entropy

Has got me thinking

I can’t bear to think at all