Pull up

Grab the flight consoles, and pull up now, cause we're going to crash, and it's gonna burn real bad.

Wake up.

It's not worth it, you deserve better. Times have changed, the weather is as bleak as it can get. Pellets of hail pelt the plane, and a rocky cliff face looms right ahead. The pilot isn't dumb or visually impaired is he.

Find yourself, know your worth. It's time to break away.
Steer thy course, find your way,
return to the clear of day.

Determination itself knows no bounds,
but this is as far as dignity would have you go.

So, turn back now, don't lose sight of yourself.