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 no one wants to ride I carry piles of smiles and joyful happy moments In a maze of blazing colors 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 chocolate 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 And my name has long since withered From the headstone of my home But I fled this town to find a place For restless, uncaressed, unfitted minds to settle down But what I found I'm still a stranger How will they know that it 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 no one wants to ride We carry piles of smiles And joyful happy moments In a maze of blazing colors of our lies