out of the sky, into the seannthere's nothing left to take this weight for mennit's almost day, no guaranteesnnnnso let, so let, others be sick for their livesnnwe don't, we don't need mothers this timennnnleave it, erase it, forget it, autonomy!nnsave it, you need it, allow it, a place to be!nnit's almost day, hold on to mennnnall this in time will be, exactly what it wants to bennand nobody's better for balanced equations of securitynn(from the bottom you look up and...)nnnnhome, in mirrorsnnthe home inside your headnni cannot hold them offnntake it for me