My eyes can't believe what they have seen.

In the corner of your room you've stockpiled millions of my memories.

Oh Doctor, Doctor, I must have gotten this sick somehow.

I'm going to ask you a series of questions,

And I want them answered on the spot, right now.

Is it serious?

I'm afraid it is.

Am I gonna die?

Well son, death is gonna catch up to all one day,

But yours is coming quicker than ours, than ours.