Orbs - Lost At Sea lyrics

This is not a test! This is not a test! You are really dying, friend Bet it feels like a panic attack! This is not a test! This is not a test! It may be lucid and it may be wet You're really dying, can you feel it yet? Keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times For if you don't, I'm going to rip them right off Not because I have to or because you're misbehaving I just know how bad you need to get off ...Oh, and one other thing... I absolutely hate that sweater and your life is our reality T.V You were put here to entertain, so get up and entertain me! PANIC YOU SICK SON OF A b*tch! SQUIRM YOU LITTLE WEASEL, CAUSE I'M PAYING FOR THIS I WANT MY 20 DOLLARS WORTH Now you're a sad and lonely character, now aren't you, boy? Oh you're a sad and lonely character, now aren't you, boy? Adrift in the middle of a wet dream Unwilling participant lost at sea Well you think you had it bad You think you had it bad, well now It's worsening, it's worsening Spaghetti arms for oars! Dropping anchor just to find some who*es! Your bed a sad and lonely vessel Your sheets a mess of veins and kelp... This is not a test (It's really not you lonely simpleton) I salute your panic attack One small step for man I take it back I salute your panic attack One small step for man No shame in that I salute your panic attack Pathetic jellyfish, you spineless hack Now I salute your spinal collapse Are there any bones inside that back?