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.