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

(Verse 1: Necro)
You die intentionally due to your masochist nature
You're impatient; death eventually
But you want instant
Suicide's been attempted; you're not if you meant it
And if you survive be labeled demented
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
Locked in a rubber unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a
It's like a fable
Depression has infected you, you're the impression
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And apply to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other
Once 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 time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for their
Believing there's something to balance the violent shit

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into mouth and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You come back
You regret it, but you're
You committed a suicide, and your whole head is

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your
Just use leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
Chopped in half by a saw
Take a second life to stop and laugh
I can't the pain you feel
You're not a you're brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a wheel
to the throat, methamphetamine 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 Natalie in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in hand
And a suicide next to you, hoping we'd understand
If got a problem, suicide will solve it
Check out the hook; Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Dwyer's suicide at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, panics)
Dwyer: "This will take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't shoot it! Don't 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! panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
call an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"