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