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(Sample: Billy "We Didn't 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 nature
You're death comes eventually
But you want gratification
Suicide's been attempted; you're not if you meant it
And if you you'll be labeled demented
And sent to somewhere
Where keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of
Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your
Or yourself with a cable
It's like a fable
Depression has you, you're under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to your
And apply to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's 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 time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for their
there's something 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 come
You regret it, but you're
You a suicide, and your whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking Choose a beverage
Use a rod to the loop of rope around your neck
Just use some
Asphyxiation, brain
in half by a band saw
Take a from life to stop and laugh
I imagine the pain you feel
You're not a you're brave
You your head to be decapitated by a train 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 Natalie Portman in "Heat"
Seven underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, like
Found in underwear with a gun in your hand
And a suicide note to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, will 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 only 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 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, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"