It's the bends.
It's always the bends.
You don't see them

But they're coming.

They're always coming
No matter where:
High or low,
Near or far.

Nowhere is impossible for them to reach

They're coming.
The cars.
They zoom past at the speed of light.
You will never see them
But they're coming.

They're
The last sound you'll hear,
A sudden loud honk
And you'll drop dead.
That's how death will sound like, yes,

A loud honk.

Oh, do you hear
The other sounds?
Hear all the people
Screaming, yelling,
Even the quiet ones,
Hahahaha...

Silently mocking you.

Prepare yourself,
Brace yourself.

RUN.

Hear that?
Oh look, you're breathing's getting
Faster and
Faster and
Faster.

You're going to die, mate.
Going. To. Die.

Run.
Run.
Run.

But oh wait,
You can't

Oh here it is,
This is how you die:
Heart beats faster,
Lungs expand quicker,
Vision goes blurry.

Remember the bends...
Remember the people...

If they know,
They will tell the psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist must never know.
No, no, no...

They'll **** you.
Wipe your brain clean.
Everyone will be gone.
You don't want that.

No, psychiatrist... no...

No.