If oceapes had evolved in a manner similar to whales from dogs.

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I got some clips from my aunt-and-uncle's foster child's Ariel pretend-phone, and totally made a song out of it.

"Hi. It's me-- Ariel. Would you like to go exploring?"

I WANT TO DIE

"Maybe we can find some treasure!"

My ears have evolved to hear very low frequencies
I'm an ape with fins but I'm still not a sea monkey
I have no legs to I can't fall to my knees IN ANGUISH
But I'm still your closest relative... under the sea

Looking out at the water
Still haven't fully adapted
My little sharp teeth can slaughter
But my mind is totally sapped

All we can do, all we can do
Is sing our whaley songs
All we can do, all we can do
Is figure out rights from wrongs
A fledgling species fighting for life
Hoarding resources; so full of strife
All we can do, all we can do
Is figure out how to survive

My skin has evolved to be rubbery and gray
And my huge black eyes can only see things during the day
I have one nostril-- it's located on top of my head SUFFOCATING
It helps me survive but I still kinda wish I was dead

Looking out at the ocean
Tropical fish and squids
They're so happy but oh shit
Maybe we don't belong it's

All we can do, all we can do
To sing our whaley songs
All we can do, all we can do
To figure out rights from wrongs
A fledgling species fighting for life
Hoarding resources; so full of strife
All we can do, all we can do
Is figure out how to survive

Look at this shit
Isn't it sweet?
Wouldn't you say my collection is 1337?
I have no hands
I have no hair
I should be happy here but I wanna be there
The waves roll up
The waves roll down
It's monotony, but we can't drown
I have no heart
I have no hands
Please just bury me under the sands

What can we do, what can we do?
We'll sing our whaley songs
What can we do, what can we do?
We'll figure out what went wrong
A fledgling species fighting for life
Hoarding resources-- so full of strife
What can we do? What we've gotta do
Is figure out how to survive
Survive

You pollute our homes
You kill us for food ("pleasure")
Our skin flakes are lipstick
Your oil is crude LIKE YOUR HEARTS
We're like your cousins, but
You're such fools
You wanna destroy everything
Under your rule

Wish I could be DEAD
Wish you would see DARKNESS
What you've done to the world