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(Sample: Billy Joel's "We Didn't 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
You're impatient; death eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's been attempted; you're not alive if you it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And to somewhere expensive
Where keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to bash skull
Or hang with a cable
It's ironic like a
Depression has you, you're under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to neck
And apply to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's of a prison on the other side
Once you've died you can't come back if it
The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go we die
To out before it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Japanese 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 mouth and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You can't back
You regret it, but deaded
You a suicide, and your whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around neck
Just use some
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in by a band saw
a second from life to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the pain you
You're not a coward; you're
You your head to be decapitated by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, ducts
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, like
Found in your underwear with a gun in your
And a suicide note to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide will it
Check out the hook; Budd with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd suicide at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer a revolver from 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 into his mouth and upwards into his skull)
Crowd: "No, oh my god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, settle down! Don't panic, panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"