So you're feeling tied up to a sense of control. And make decisions that you think are your own. You are a stranger here, why have you come? Why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun. Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly, say. Who, who are you really?. And where, where are you going? I've got nothing left to prove. Cause I've got nothing left to lose. See me bare my teeth for you. Who, who are you?