[Intro] [A pleasant synthetic chime plays over a soft elevator Bossa Nova beat] [Sound of a heavy vault door sealing shut] [Spoken with heavy vocal fry] Good evening, valued guests. It’s Titanica, bitch. Captain Void has turned on the "No Living" sign. Please ensure your seat backs... and your regrets... Are in their full upright and locked positions. (Click. Click.) [Verse 1] [Beat drops into a dirty, heavy electro-bass groove] We are currently cruising at an altitude of "zero hope" (Zero hope) If you look out the left side you’ll see the atmosphere is dead (It's dead) Please stow all personal emotional baggage in the compartments overhead Though frankly darlings... the overhead is gone. (Oops!) [Pre-Chorus] [Beat stutters and glitches] We anticipate some "structural subtraction" along the way Just a standard feature of your final day In the likely event of a total reality failure... [Music cuts to silence] Do not scream. It disturbs the premium passengers. (Work.) [Chorus] Oxygen masks will not drop down! (No air!) Because there is no air in this town! (No air!) Please secure your own mask before assisting your past self Leave your future on the shelf The exits are located nowhere Thank you for choosing Titanica... enjoy the despair! [Verse 2] If you feel a sudden drop in your vital signs It’s just the gravity adjusting to our new designs (Uh-huh) Your seat cushion can be used as a flotation device Though the ocean outside is made of fire and ice (Hot) We remind you that tampering with the smoke detector Will result in immediate ejection from this sector Not that it matters since the hull is breached And the destination can never be reached [Bridge] [Music dissolves into chaotic noise] [Sound of metal shearing and steam screaming] [Voice becomes distorted and robotic] BRACE. BRACE. BRACE. We are experiencing a volume of heavy red light! There is no service cart tonight! The pilot is disconnected! The crash is fully expected! (Scream!) [Chorus] Oxygen masks will not drop down! (No air!) Because there is no air in this town! (No air!) Please secure your own mask before assisting your past self Leave your future on the shelf The exits are located nowhere Thank you for choosing Titanica... enjoy the despair! [Outro] [Beat cuts out instantly] [A final pleasant chime] Bing-Bong. We know you have a choice in apocalypses. We thank you for flying the Metal Snake. Please remain seated until the burning comes to a complete stop. Buh-bye. [Static]
