Therapy - Tightrope walker

I'm trying to walk up the stairs My hands are snatching at the slivers of light I'm sticking to the steps Each one a release from the place below I'm on a mission On the hunt for clean, clear vapour skies Because I'm choking on my own I need some air The dark skies behind me Begging you to scrape off your disco paint It's open to the night And I'm sick as a hospital and empty factories You look so tiny So very unimportant I'm nearly there And everything feels fine Don't want to look behind me Don't want to look beneath me Every movement, every vibration Every movement, every vibration High above Piss City Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves Some shuffle in silence Some gorge [?] sucking on silicone I've got the urge to jump Watch my life whizz by, fast forward flash But hold on, boy I feel alive Don't want to look behind me Don't want to look beneath me Every movement, every vibration Every movement, every vibration Don't want to look behind me Don't want to look beneath me Every movement, every vibration Every movement, every vibration Don't want to look behind me Don't want to look beneath me Every movement, every vibration Every movement, every vibration