Really Scrape The Sky

What a perfect day to climb the stairs into the clouds
What a perfect day to be uncovered from beneath
a shroud
A voice from every corner screams «So nice!»
into my ears
«Shut up"I say
«Enough"I say
«Shut up"I say «Enough's enough»
I wouldn’t give you any waste
I wouldn’t give you any taste of anything at all
Did I Really Scrape The Sky?
What a perfect day to paint all that isn’t red, red
What a perfect day to chain yourself to a river bed
What a perfect day to burn and have no use at all
«Shut up"they say
«Enough"I say
«Shut up"they say «Enough's enough»
Did I Really Scrape The Sky?
I’m standing with my back against the wall
'cause then I won’t get stabbed by you or fall
What a perfect day to be cut right down to size
What a perfect day to be discovered as a pack of lies
What a perfect day to slip and freefall from the clouds
«Shut up"I say… Did I Really Scrape The Sky?