Suicide is painless in the town where I was born Life became a suffocated way to block the world out from my own Upon the carousel that noone wants to ride I carry piles of smiles And joyful happy moments from my childhood Now there's something rotten in the state of being me The fear of never feeling anything at all The backbone in the eye Now I got chokolate colored crackers In a mouth of broken teeth Where the tongue of time whips many marks But I'll keep the scars as long as they're not bleeding My name has long since withered From the headstone of my home I fled this town to find a place For restless, uncaressed, unfitted mind to settle down But what I found I'm still a stranger How will they know that is me Suicide is painless in the town where I was born Life became a suffocated way to block the world out from our own Upon the carousel that noone wants to ride We carry piles of smiles And joyful happy moments In a maze of blazing colors of our lies