I found a letter it read
"Our existence has serious side effects"
Turned on the television
It's telling me the world is collapsing
I think [bad word] and [bad word] 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 [bad word] and [bad word] so fast
I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes
And I don't know why it is
I feel [bad word]  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 [bad word] I think [bad word] and [bad word] so fast

I think [bad word] and [bad word] 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