Casket

Empty playgrounds of the living
Lonely swingsets of the dead
It must be nice in heavan
To have an angel
To heal the subtle silence in your head

So no more crying tonight
All there is are bad dreams and the yelling from the pain

Silent stories I have told you
Precious moments never spent
You've had another bad day
Up here in heavan
All the subtle silence in your head

So no more crying tonight
All there is are bad dreams
And the yelling from the pain

Everything is gone
Everythings just fine
The monkey bars love lightning
And the slide takes me away
From evil looks and blood shot eyes
Empty playgrounds of the living
Lonely swingsets of the dead