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 'Cause 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 dick-otry Probably the last golden age of anything And the ugliest word in the English language is Anthropocene Good luck, everybody Good luck