[Sample: Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire"] "Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."
[Verse 1: Necro] You wanna die intentionally due to your masochist nature You're impatient; death comes eventually But you want instant gratification Suicide's been attempted; you're not alive if you meant it And if you survive you'll be labeled demented And sent to somewhere expensive Where they'll keep you stable with narcotics Strapped to a table in a place full of psychotics Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your skull Or hang yourself with a cable It's ironic like a fable Depression has infected you, you're under the impression It's best to put a Tech to your neck And apply pressure to the trigger mechanism Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other side Once you've died you can't come back if it isn't The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go after we die To find out before it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice Like Japanese pilots did for their cause Believing there's something beautiful to balance the violent shit
[Chorus: x2] You did it! (Son, you did it!) You put the gun into your mouth and blasted yourself And that's it, kid You can't come back You regret it, but you're deaded You committed a suicide, and your whole head is shredded
[Verse 2: Necro] Drinking cyanide? Choose a beverage Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your neck Just use some leverage Asphyxiation, brain hemmorhage Chopped in half by a band saw Take a second from life to stop and laugh I can't imagine the pain you feel You're not a coward; you're brave You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train wheel Razor to the throat, methamphetamine ducts Suicide epilogue, end of scene, cut You can jump in front of a truck and be a corpse in the street And try to go out dramatically like Natalie Portman in "Heat" Seven days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, like Elvis Found in your underwear with a gun in your hand And a suicide note next to you, hoping we'd understand If you've got a problem, suicide will solve it Check out the hook; Budd Dwyer with a revolver
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[Sample: Budd Dwyer's suicide at a press speech] [Dwyer:] [stuttering] "When I..." [Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, crowd panics] [Dwyer:] "This will only take a moment." [Crowd:] "Budd, no, please, please! Don't shoot it! Don't shoot it!" [Dwyer:] "Stay back, don't, don't! This will hurt someone!" [Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and fires upwards into his skull] [Crowd:] "No, oh my fucking god! Oh my god! [crying] Oh, shit, no!" [Crowd:] "Alright, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor! Somebody call an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
