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

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die intentionally due to masochist nature
impatient; death comes eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's attempted; you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you stable 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 like a fable
Depression has infected you, under the impression
best to put a Tech to your neck
And apply to the trigger mechanism
Now you it's less of a prison on the other side
Once died you can't come back if it isn't
The the afterlife, and where we go after we die
To out before it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for 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 come back
You regret it, but deaded
You a suicide, and your whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your
Just use leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a second from to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the pain you
You're not a coward; you're
You allowed head to be decapitated by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can in front 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 Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, like
Found in your with a gun in your hand
And a suicide next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide solve it
Check out the hook; Budd Dwyer a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This will only a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't shoot it! shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and fires upwards 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!"