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(Sample: Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, in Afghanistan
of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die intentionally due to your masochist
You're impatient; comes eventually
But you want gratification
Suicide's been attempted; not alive if you meant it
And if you survive be labeled demented
And to somewhere expensive
Where keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a
ironic like a fable
Depression has infected you, you're the impression
It's best to put a to your neck
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure less of a prison on the other side
Once you've died you can't back if it isn't
The the afterlife, and where we go after we die
To find out before it's your time, you'd to sacrifice
Japanese pilots did for their cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the violent

(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 you're
You committed a suicide, and your whole head is

(Verse 2: Necro)
cyanide? Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your
Just use leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a second from life to stop and
I imagine the pain you feel
You're not a you're brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train
to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a truck and be a in the street
And try to go out like Natalie Portman in "Heat"
Seven underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
of barbituates, takin' a shit, like Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in your
And a note next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide solve it
Check out the hook; Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's suicide at a speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer a revolver from a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! 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 fires 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!
call an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"