Lyrics

I found a letter that 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, oh 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
And 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, oh 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, oh and it comes so fast
Written by: Jud Haynes, Loel Campbell, Paul Francis Gerard Murphy, Timothy George D'Eon, Tony Doogan
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