Replacement of the floor

It’s sad when the last thing you have doesn’t worth a thing
Like when you’re sitting in stairs wondering
“Where are you going, my love, without your guiding light?
And the roads are empty in this dark night.”

Tell me is it fair, for those you tried to stay
There’s something in the air as you walk away
The tears of joy are now punches on the door
And the replacement of the floor was postponed

You fed me though the chains were really hurting me
And with the storm came insanity
They think too much. They have a name for everything
And those fucking names don’t help thing.

Tell me is it fair, for those who worked so hard
Like I care if you are a big part
Of the mistake, of the god’s big plain
And the replacement of the floor was pointless

It’s raining, it’s raining butterflies
And the floor is full of surprises
It’s raining, it’s raining from all the skies
And the floor is filled with lies