I can feel my brain a-changin', acclimating to the madness
I can feel my outrage shift into a dull, despondent sadness
I can feel a crust growing over my eyes like a falcon hood
I've got the normalization blues
This isn't normal
This isn't good
I'm detached and I'm distracted, all keyed up but unproductive
Vacillating between being all excited and disgusted
And then dozing lackadaisically in this bubble where I've made my mental home
Connection's more important now than it ever was, but I'd rather be alone
And when we talk about the president
We're either pissed off or we're giggling
About an atrocity he's committing or some stupid shit he's tweeting
He's a symptom and a weapon of the evil men who really run the show
The ones who melt down human beings into money like a cruel Sorcerer's Stone
They try to divide us, and largely they're succeeding
Because they've undermined our confidence in the news that we are reading
And they make us fight each other with our faces buried deep inside our phones
Rest in peace to the Information Age, those days are now long dead and gone
I can see the weather changing and I can feel the soul decaying
I'm observing drastic changes in the way we're all behaving
I can see the sooth they're saying, furthermore I could believe it to be true
Connection's more important now than it ever was, buddy, what are you gonna do
This is the golden age of dickotry
Probably the last golden age of anything
And the ugliest word in the English language is anthropocene
Good luck, everybody
Good luck