I found a letter it readnOur existence has serious side effectsnTurned on the televisionnIt's telling me the world is collapsingnI think it's coming and it comes so fastnI'm hearing whispers of an infinite yesnAnd I don't know why it isnOur bodies are dead, why you look so sad?nnAnd my therapist saidnWe've evolved through a series of accidentsnThere's been talk of chemical imbalancesnRestless sense of detachment, nausea and or violencennI think it's coming and it comes so fastnI'm hearing whispers of an infinite yesnAnd I don't know why it isnI feel it coming, I think it's real and significantnI think I think I think a little too oftennThat's what my therapist saidnWe're alone in this wildernessnLeft to choke on the pills and to feed on the virusesnI think it's coming and it comes so fastnnI think it's coming and it comes so fastnI'm hearing whispers of an infinite yesnOur bodies are dead, why you look so sadnOur bodies are dead, why you look so sad