Normalization Blues

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
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 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
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 Good luck, everybody
 Good luck