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

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die intentionally due to your nature
You're impatient; comes eventually
But you want instant
been attempted; you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your
Or hang yourself with a
It's ironic like a
has infected you, you're under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to your
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a on the other side
Once you've died you can't back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To out before it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for cause
Believing something beautiful to balance the violent shit

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

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking Choose a beverage
Use a rod to the loop of rope around your neck
Just use leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
in half by a band saw
Take a second from life to and laugh
I can't imagine the pain you
not a coward; you're brave
You allowed your to be decapitated by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, 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 like Natalie Portman in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, like
Found in your underwear with a gun in hand
And a suicide note next to you, we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide solve it
Check out the Budd Dwyer with 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 will take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This will someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and fires upwards 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!
call an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"