Crayon Death

Easier to Die

Crayon Death


Under my skin like a ticking time bomb
Waging a war with my sanity
Give me a reason for going on now
Evidence easy for me to see

My search is endless but I never seem to find
Reasons for living when death looks me in the eye
The gates of paradise are swinging open wide
My conscience tells me that it's easier to die

Living a lie for so very long now
Never a let up as I can see
No, you can't get blood from a stone now
And you can't find sympathy in me

I keep on trying but I never find a way
Never relief in all this pain from day to day
Don't ask for reasons cause I don't know what to say
The birds of paradise are pulling me away