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

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die intentionally due to your masochist
You're impatient; death comes
But you want gratification
Suicide's been you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be demented
And sent to expensive
they'll keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to your skull
Or hang yourself a cable
It's ironic like a
has infected you, you're under the impression
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And apply pressure to the mechanism
Now you figure less of a prison on the other side
you've died you can't come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go we die
To find out before it's your time, have to sacrifice
Japanese pilots did for their cause
Believing 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 back
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 tighten the loop of rope around neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a second life to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the pain you
You're not a coward; you're
You allowed your to be decapitated by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a truck and be a in the street
And try to go out dramatically like Natalie in "Heat"
Seven days at 20 degrees Celcius
of barbituates, takin' a shit, like Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in your
And a suicide next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide solve it
Check out the hook; Budd with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver from a 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! This hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his and fires upwards into his skull)
"No, oh my fucking 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!"