For staying open here There is more or less one way to go You can peel yourself apart: Bicameral progress, dichotomous It feels like this grand illusion It feels so strangely illogical We've been right about things like evolution, But if the planet's burning up and no one knows? For staying open here There is only one way I can discern You must peel yourself apart: Bicameral progress, dichotomous It feels like A way to wake up and get ahead Exist inside reality It feels like A way to get outside of my head Exist outside illusion Simply counting everything that's good or bad Get past this mental tic I have Simply counting everything that's good or bad Someone knows if the world is slowly catching fire A popular claim is that no one actually knows I'm all awash with color, Physically manifesting anxiety about our fate: Life as we know it, meaninglessness, the Apocalypse