Casket Lyrics

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.