empty playground of the living   lonely swingsets of the dead   it must be nice in heaven 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 heaven!   all the silent spaces in your head   so no more crying tonight   "all there is are bad dreams"   and the yelling from the pain   everything is gone!   everything's just fine!   the monkey bars live lightning   and the slide takes me away   from evil looks   and bloodshot eyes   empty playgrounds of the living   lonely swingsets of the dead