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(Sample: Billy Joel's "We Didn't 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 masochist
You're impatient; death eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's attempted; you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive be labeled demented
And sent to expensive
Where keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
Locked in a room unable to bash your skull
Or yourself with a cable
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, you're under the
It's best to put a to your neck
And apply pressure to the 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 where we go we die
To find out before it's your time, you'd have to
Like Japanese did for their cause
Believing there's beautiful to balance the violent shit

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

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your
Just use leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a saw
Take a second life to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the you feel
You're not a coward; brave
You allowed head to be decapitated by a train wheel
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 dramatically like Portman in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees
of barbituates, takin' a shit, like Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in hand
And a suicide note next to you, hoping we'd
If you've got a problem, will solve it
Check out the Budd Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd suicide at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This will take a moment."
"Budd, no, please, please! Don't 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)
Crowd: "No, oh my god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"