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" they 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 slip and freefall from the clouds "Shut up" I say "Enough" I say "Shut up" I say "Enough's enough" Did I really scrape the sky?