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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 nature
You're 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 sent to somewhere
they'll keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to your skull
Or yourself with a cable
It's like a fable
has infected you, you're under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to neck
And apply pressure to the mechanism
Now you it's less of a prison on the other side
Once you've died you can't come back if it
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out before it's your time, you'd to sacrifice
Like pilots did for their cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the 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 regret it, but you're
You a suicide, and your whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
cyanide? Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
in half by a band saw
Take a second from to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the you feel
not a coward; you're brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a wheel
Razor to the throat, methamphetamine
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a truck and be a corpse in the
And try to go out dramatically like Portman in "Heat"
Seven underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, Elvis
Found in underwear 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
out the hook; Budd Dwyer 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 only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't shoot it! Don't it!"
"Stay back, don't, don't! This will hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the 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!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"