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

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

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun your mouth and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You come back
You it, but you're deaded
You a suicide, and your whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to the loop of rope around your neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a saw
Take a second from to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the you feel
You're not a coward; you're
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train
Razor to the throat, ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in of a truck and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out like Natalie Portman in "Heat"
days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in hand
And a suicide note next to you, hoping understand
If got a problem, suicide will solve it
Check out the hook; Budd with a revolver

(Chorus)

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