This is my suicidal method
Let's grab a knife, and a rope
The knife to slit my throat,
Right before I drop over the ledge
Planning to die
This is my suicidal method
I am falling to the earth
Waiting for the rope to catch me
To cut into my already slit throat
And cause me my pain and pleasure
This is my suicidal method
I'm starting to feel the pressure
The rope will catch soon
I'm waiting and hoping
My neck will snap soon
This is my suicidal method
Grinning like a madman
Happy to die
I see the people whom are below me
Watching the sky
This is my suicidal method
The people are gasping
As they point at me
I laugh and wave
Then the rope catches
This is my suicidal method
How many come to my funeral
I wonder...
How about I count?
Here it goes...
This is my suicidal method
Practically no one came
Let's see, thats twelve
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
Is that it?
This is my suicidal method
I remember why i did it
No one cares, no one did
I knew it, I have proof now
I regret nothing
