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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; death eventually
But you want gratification
Suicide's been attempted; not alive if you meant it
And if you survive be labeled demented
And sent to expensive
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
to a table in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to your skull
Or yourself with a cable
It's like a fable
Depression has you, you're under the impression
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you it's less of a prison on the other side
you've died you can't come back if it isn't
The the afterlife, and where we go after we die
To find out it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like pilots did for their cause
Believing there's beautiful 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 can't 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 of rope around your neck
Just use leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a saw
Take a second from life to stop and
I can't imagine the you feel
not a coward; you're brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a 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 dramatically like Natalie in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 Celcius
of barbituates, takin' a shit, like Elvis
Found in your with a gun in your hand
And a suicide next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide will it
Check out the hook; Budd Dwyer with a

(Chorus)

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