The Transient - Major Parkinson

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