Tightrope Walker - Therapy?

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 vapor skies

'Cause I’m choking on my own, I need some air

The door slams 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 wanna look behind me

Don’t wanna 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 whiz by, fast forward flash

But hold on boy, I feel alive

Don’t wanna look behind me

Don’t wanna look beneath me

Every movement, every vibration

Every movement, every vibration

Don’t wanna look behind me

Don’t wanna look beneath me

Every movement, every vibration

Every movement, every vibration

Don’t wanna look behind me

Don’t wanna look beneath me

Every movement, every vibration

Every movement, every vibration