Lyrics Lost at Sea - ORBS

Lost at Sea

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 BITCH!
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 whores!
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?