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(Sample: Billy Joel's "We Start the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in
Wheel of Fortune, Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die intentionally due to your nature
impatient; death comes eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's been you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And to somewhere expensive
they'll keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your
Or hang yourself with a
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, you're under the
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a on the other side
Once you've died you can't come back if it
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out before it's your time, you'd have to
Like Japanese pilots did for their
there's something beautiful to balance the violent shit

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into your mouth and yourself
And it, kid
You can't come
You it, but you're deaded
You committed a suicide, and your head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking Choose a beverage
Use a rod to the loop of rope around your neck
Just use some
Asphyxiation, brain
in half by a band saw
Take a second life to stop and laugh
I imagine the pain you feel
You're not a coward; you're
You your head to be decapitated by a train wheel
to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out dramatically like Natalie in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, like
Found in your with a gun in your hand
And a suicide note next to you, we'd understand
If got a problem, suicide will solve it
Check out the Budd Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, panics)
Dwyer: "This only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! will hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver his mouth and fires upwards into his skull)
Crowd: "No, oh my god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
"Alright, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"