The Color Morale Suicide;Stigma song lyrics

So much heart, so much time

But not enough

Self-inflicted pain can come and remain

In the fear inside of all of us

Desperately and endlessly

Trying to find a means to some kind of place

Though we can't learn when things come easy

Now that we are prepared for war

We have an effective means to preserving peace

For each and everyone

The chances of you even being born were forty million to one

There's two parts of the statistic, I want you to live

Suicide doesn't end the pain

It passes through the ones you love and remain

Take yourself out of the equation

And the problem stays

When I speak such a word

Are you uneasy with how it's heard?

The stigma will never leave

Unless all of us can just start talking

The only people I know resting in peace

Without fear or anxiety are the deceased

That's why we say "may the dead rest in peace"

The things we feel we could never change

Can end up changing everything

Now that we are prepared for war

We have an effective means to preserving peace

For each and everyone

The chances of you even being born were forty million to one

There's two parts of the statistic, I want you to live through one

Sometimes to win a battle inside

You need to start a war

Sometimes to win a battle inside

You need to start a war

Now that we are prepared for war

We have an effective means to preserving peace

For each and everyone

The chances of you even being born were forty million to one

There's two parts of the statistic, I want you to live through one

I want you to live through one, I want you to live through one.