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Another dead, another day

Another life, gone to waste

Another casket, in the ground,

Pale lips speak, not a sound



So many lost, so many went

In the past, in the present

The future reveals, only time will tell

Which people commit to lives in hell.



F***ing off yourself, slit your wrist

Now your in hells abyss

Grab a rope, grab a gun

Getting the bullet is half the fun.



F***ing off yourself, no one cares

Quite the contrary, even through your despair

A sea of people would mourn your death

Your body would wander, to never find rest.



The easy way out, the hard way in

To heavens gates, the eternal sin

Suicide won’t coincide

When the paper tears,

And you end your despair.



Are you flying your last flight to end the grief?

You fly to soon, to a razor so sweet

But nothing is sweeter than knowing your safe

And nothing is safer than knowing the way.



F***ing off yourself, slit your wrist

Now your in hells abyss

Grab a rope, grab a gun

Getting the bullet is half the fun.



F***ing off yourself, no one cares

Quite the contrary, even through your despair

A sea of people would mourn your death

Your body would wander, to never find rest.