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I was tentative to put this song on at first, but then I figured that the entire purpose of the album was about being authentic and human, so...

LYRICS:
If something natural, does that, by definition, make it okay? I don't know. It sounds like it should. But I guess it depends on the things we label as "natural", doesn't it. Is culture natural? Is modern day life natural? Heh, that's food for thought.

In this day and age, things are so accessible
In this day and age, things are so acceptable
Permissable is not identical to benificial
But any attempt to point that out is superficial

Yeah, In before I'm called the names of the age.
In before they criticise my life on a stage.
In before there's a backlash of anger and rage.
Guess that's what I get for puttin' this down on a page.

Right? What would I know? I'm just an old man,
Right? I'm just some right-wing republican
that Tumblr can slam, until they feel they've won
And immediately leave and dash off to the next one.

Nah, I'm saying this because I've been in the head-
space. Grace desecrated, and the beautiful places
Erased. It a sweet placebo with a nice taste,
but it turns bitter when it's defaced.

And this, this thing, is controlling me.
Yeah, this, this thing, is controlling me.
And it's not okay. It's not okay.

We're built to have connections, we're created to love
Yet such a powerful force is used against us.
Making us so uncontent with reality
"It's second to fantasy". Yeah, we believe that fallacy.

'Cause what's reality anyway if I can't feel
And what's a social life if I don't know what's real
Yeah, this ideal has a better appeal.
It's simpler to swallow and easier to conceal.

But in the back of my mind, I know,
That what glows in front of me is an empty show
And here I am, In my monotonous drone of a life.
Deeper engraving my loneliness and strife.

And have you noticed how many owners of nsfw blogs
close 'em cause they're so depressed? So at odds
with life? So dejected, so unwell?
Like them, I think caught a glimpse of hell.

I don't want this. I want to be free.
You're not my companion, you're an enemy
But I've learned you thrive in secrecy
and I figure it's about time to clear the debris.

So, in before I'm called the names of the age.
In before they criticise my life on a stage.€
In before there's a backlash of anger and rage.
For my sake, I need to put this down on a page.

And this, this thing, is controlling me.
Yeah, this, this thing, is controlling me.
And it's not okay. It's not okay.