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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 instant
Suicide's been you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be demented
And sent to expensive
Where they'll keep you stable narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of
Locked in a rubber room unable to your skull
Or hang yourself a cable
It's like a fable
Depression has infected you, you're the impression
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And apply pressure to the mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other
Once you've you can't come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go we die
To find out it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese 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 your mouth and yourself
And it, kid
You can't come
You regret it, but you're
You committed a suicide, and whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
cyanide? Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope your neck
Just use some
Asphyxiation, brain
Chopped in half by a saw
Take a second from to stop and laugh
I can't the pain you feel
You're not a coward; brave
You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train
to the throat, methamphetamine 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 degrees
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
in your underwear with a gun in your hand
And a note next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide will it
Check out the hook; Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd suicide at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, panics)
Dwyer: "This will only a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the of the revolver into his mouth and fires upwards into his skull)
"No, oh my fucking god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"