The very act of writing these thoughts out
Of explicating
And articulating
Waters down their meaning
You can’t stop what is coming
You take an inventory and it’s all around us
The coming crisis
And if you understand it, you don’t understand it
But you already know this
And know there’s nothing you can say
Without sounding like an asshole
With a Punisher sticker on your truck
But the very act of saying this out loud
Defines it down
And turns it into a story
Something swallowable
I am a creature, of habit
I can’t be stopped
And it’d be nice if I could stay around
At least until my fifties
So I use charts on walls
And calendars and construction paper rings
But it doesn’t take, not for very long
Bit by bit I destroy my future
I can see and that must mean there’s more to this
But I’m mistaken
I’m misreading
We’re seeing ghosts in the machine
I am a creature of my habits
A human being
A prisoner of impulse
Control is gone
It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
We’re in a system that’s rotting
Working as designed
A Shock Doctrine open market
A run on the floor
It’s here to stay, it’s consensus
It’s inevitable
We can fight over what this says about us
While they’re selling our stuff for parts
They say “What you need is self-empowerment
Forget a health insurance plan
‘Cause you can get what you are after
You just need to want it hard enough”
Throw some chum into the water
And watch the audience
We’ll keep it going as long as we can
It won’t get better, it gets worse
It’s worse, it’s worse, it’s worse
It gets worse, it’s worse, it’s worse
We’re on a body that’s burning
Moving on course
Shaking us off like a wet space-dog
Before the damage can’t be undone
It’s a modern feudal manor
And folks, you love to see it
We fall behind and we won’t catch up
But at least our phones are smart
And they’ll celebrate how far we’ve come
And we’ll think we should agree
But they can never describe it accurately
It’s that which must not be named
The very act of spelling this all out
Invites remorse
But there’s no remorse for what you didn’t do
For when your control is gone
It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
