I found a letter it read 
"Our existence has serious side effects" 
Turned on, 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