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

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die due to your masochist nature
You're impatient; death eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's attempted; you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And to somewhere expensive
Where they'll you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber unable to bash your skull
Or hang with a cable
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, under the impression
best to put a Tech to your neck
And apply pressure to the trigger
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other
Once died you can't come 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 have to
Like Japanese pilots did for their
Believing there's something to balance the violent shit

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into your mouth and yourself
And it, kid
You come back
You regret it, but deaded
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 your neck
Just use some
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
in half by a band saw
Take a second life to stop and laugh
I imagine the pain you feel
You're not a 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 jump in front of a and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out dramatically Natalie Portman in "Heat"
Seven days at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
Found in underwear with a gun in your hand
And a suicide note next to you, hoping we'd
If you've got a problem, suicide solve 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 a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This will take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This will someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver his mouth and fires upwards into his skull)
"No, oh my fucking 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!"