mothers....

the mothers are the ones who used to sing us to sleep....  back in the day....  before we all became stressed out....  before this wicked game....  when everything became stressful....  when life started to suck....

so you want to go back to those days....  when the mother sang us to sleep....  and we were reborn....

but....  now....  the evil outsiders are telling us....  that our mother is dead....  that we can no longer be sung asleep....  that we can no longer be reborn....

eye am here to tell you....  our mothers are still alive....  good and bad....  there are good mothers....  the mothers who are working with me....  and....  there are bad mothers....  the mothers who are working against me....  they are all in my head....  eye am a peeping tom....  sending my thoughts to the mother station....  and....  both good and bad mothers....  are reading my mind....