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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 wanna die intentionally due to your masochist
You're impatient; death eventually
But you want gratification
Suicide's been you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be demented
And sent to expensive
Where they'll keep you stable narcotics
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room to bash your skull
Or hang with a cable
ironic like a fable
Depression has infected you, you're the impression
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other
Once you've died you come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go we die
To find out it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the shit

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

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of around your neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
in half by a band saw
Take a second life to stop and laugh
I imagine the pain you feel
not a coward; you're brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train
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 Natalie in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
Found in your with a gun in your hand
And a suicide note to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide will 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 will only a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
"Stay back, don't, don't! This 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!"