Dead Letter & The Infinite Yes

I found a letter that read

"Our existence has serious side effects"

Turned on

Turned on the television

And it's tellin' me the world is collapsin'

I think it's comin'

Oh and it comes so fast

I'm hearin' 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 comin'

Oh and it comes so fast

I'm hearin' whispers of an infinite yes

And I don't know why it is

I feel it comin'

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 comin'

Oh and it comes so fast

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

I think it's comin'

And it comes so fast

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

I'm hearin' whispers of an infinite yes

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

Our bodies are dead

Why you look so sad?

(No-oh)

(No-oh)

Our bodies are dead

Why you look so sad?