The Transient

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