Suicide on demand

I flick on the tv, flop down on the couch
land on a razor with silent ouch

press the menu button with blood soaked hand
i flip to a channel, suicide on demand

this shows the best
im the guest

lets see how i can die tonight.

so many ways to choose
die in someone else's shoes?

no, no, that would be wrong
i should die to my favorite song

oh wow! mtv knows just what to play
what a coincidence, its doomsday.

the blood flows out to the beat.

why thank you for calling suicide on demand
would you like your death accidental or planned?

with a whimper i whisper, "neither"
i think i need a breather

i walk out to the deck
i slip, yell "the heck?"

off the side, down i fall
i reach out, try to grab the wall

i guess i don't have to choose now