One morning a man named Marve Realized his existence was a fallacy Every word, a falsehood Every meme, a thought, a construct of his 3-pound human brain Now poor Marve is a threat to himself All the people at the office are profoundly disturbed By his tendency of late to just explode It's empirically impossible to really see through someone else's eyes What you see as blue might look like red or green to you When viewed through someone else's eyes Now poor Marve is a threat to himself All the people at the office are profoundly disturbed By his tendency of late to just explode Now the voices cry in Marve's mind All this form and movement trapped in space and time Dripping drearily into samovars Or leaping lively in front of subway cars Marve don't jump off that ledge You've everything to lose Life is what you do with it And you've much more to do So what if the universe is one big accident? It's beautiful and you're a part of it La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La