I found a letter it read "Our existence has serious side effects" Turned on, turned on the television And it's telling me the world is collapsing I think it's coming and it comes so fast I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes And I don't know why it is Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad? And my therapist said "We've evolved through a series of accidents" There's been talk of chemical imbalances Restless sense of detachment, nausea and/or violence I think it's coming and it comes so fast I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes And I don't know why it is I feel it coming, I think it's real and significant I think, I think, I think a little too often That's what my therapist said We're alone in this wilderness Left to choke on the pills and to feed on the viruses I think it's coming and it comes so fast I think it's coming and it comes so fast I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad? Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad?