What to think of when captain's dead, I am dead?
No swabbie to be swabbie when the swabbie's dead.
Hear the siren song before your head hatches
with enough space in your ears for different kinds of waxes.
What the hell hit us? A lightning?
Or perhaps the ghost ship captain has been drinking or maybe flipping?
Amateur sailors. Someone call for Pop Eye.
Amateur sailors. We're all gonna die!
We are in an apocalyptical stage.
And we have got about a minute of time left.
Who is to decide when to break the ice?
We can't run or hide.
Anti-materia!
If you wanna save us all put your switch of.
You wanna blow us up?
You wanna blow us up?
You wanna blow us up?
Then, blow us up!
Go ahead, blow us up! There is no need to wait.
LHC, wazzup? A machine under masturbation.
Try us! Come and play! En garde, let's see what you're made of.
We won't blow away!
Anti-materia!
If you wanna save us all put your switch of.
You wanna blow us up?
You wanna blow us up?
You wanna blow us up?
Then, blow us up!
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