Rise my friend

You should capture this all on film

There’s a city of plankton that stares from underneath

There’s a crackle at my feet

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down!

Mayday! Mayday! You’re breaking up!

Wise man, fat man

There’s a need for a few good men to empty the garbage that stains the ocean’s blue

We’re a capsule full of puke! Pew!!!

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down!

Mayday! Mayday! You’re breaking up!

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down!

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going to die!

“Goodbye Mommy. Au revoir Poppa. Goodbyе ole troubles. Goodbye olе foes

Why is everyone crying? This is not normal! Why is everyone crying?

I’m too pretty to die!

Well I’m too pretty too, to die… MAKE IT STOP!”

(SCREAMS OF PANIC)

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down!

Mayday! Mayday! You’re breaking up!

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down!

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going to die!