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(Sample: Billy "We Didn't 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 your masochist
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
Where keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room to bash your skull
Or yourself with a cable
It's ironic like a
Depression has infected you, under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to your
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 find out before it's your time, you'd have to
Like Japanese pilots did for cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the violent

(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 regret it, but you're
You committed a suicide, and your whole head is

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a from life to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the pain you
not a coward; you're brave
You your 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 Natalie Portman in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
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, 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 from a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This will take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This 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!"
Crowd: "Alright, down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
call an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"