Lost at Sea Songtext
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This is not a test
This is not a test
You will really die in pain
And it feels like a panic attack
This is not a test
This is not a test
Makes me lucid and it makes me wet
Really dying, can you feel it yet?

Keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times
Or if you don′t I'm gonna 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, why, mother, yah


I absolutely hate that sweater
And your life is a reality TV
You were put here to entertain
So get up and entertain me
Abandon
You sick son of a bitch
Squirming little weasel, gonna pay for this
I want my money, not life more

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

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?
I'm trapped in the middle of a wet dream
Unwilling participant feels like dying
Well, you think you had it bad
You think you had it bad, well, now
It′s worse, I hide
It's worse, I hide
Forget it, I′m so hard
Drop me like a dead dog, my God, I
You fat, sad, and lonely bustle
You seem to masturbate to cum

This is not a test


Now I salute your panic attack
One small step for man, I take it back
Now I salute your panic attack
One small step for man, I'll take it back
Now I salute your panic attack
Pathetic jellyfish, you spineless sack
Now I salute your spinal collapse
Are there any bones inside that back?