Above the clouds, above the rain.
The air is fresh, pure, free.
Below is hate, below is pain.
The people there utterly disgust me.

The rain fills me only with spite.
The animals below are hungry now.
They haunt my dreams, every night.
Never did I understand their indolence.

Why does this being stare at me?
Did I ask for your utterance?
It talks small words, it makes me flee.
Unlike them I’m not from here.

I still grief, that one cold day.
I am so sure, I’ll make them pay.
I will never forget the feeling.
I will forever chase the ceiling.