Something doesn't feel quite right anymore,

 

We've run out of time and fuel so we're jumping overboard,

 

Into the murky dark waters patrolled by the overlords,

 

Sink or swim from the bottom we begin remain ever sure. 

 

Advice you would reply "you must be joking? Stop panicking lay on my back and start flouting"? 

 

Turn the other cheek whilst the wolf's keep on poking,

 

Provoking,

 

Keep calm and carry on whilst the hands around your neck keep choking. 

 

Do you see the mother ship coming back around? 

 

Against the dark grey skies through the rain she flies looking for the ground,

 

Shine my beacon until I'm found,

 

Keep doing what I'm doing only stopping when the sirens don't make a sound.