The White Guy (Suicide)

The rain's falling...

Flashes of light on your pale face, this face you hate

Even the darkest sky seems to cry

Tonight again you want to die

Thousands of reasons to live

So much pleasure to give...

Spasms shudder down your spine

Bitter saliva and a clouded vision

Hesitation - fill your glass

Smoke another cigarette (least but not last?)...

Memories drive away the lies

The dawn always reveals the light

Shoot!

Pull the trigger!

Free yourself!

Eat the gun

Pull the trigger!

Everything's here, the pen and the gun

The bullet's prepared: shiny jewel...

Do you have to write something for the ones you leave?

Did they deserve it? Will they read it?

The sermon becomes a lullaby

While you choose your time to die

Shoot!

Pull the trigger!

Free yourself!

Eat the gun

Pull the trigger!

The rain's falling

Flashes of light on your bloody face, this face you hated

Even the darkest sky seems to cry

Tonight... you died

Memories drove away the lies

The dawn always reveals the light

Shoot!

Pull the trigger!

Free yourself!

Eat the gun

Pull the trigger!

Memories drove away the lies