THE WORLD'S HORROR

Suicide is the world's horror.

We cut open our wrists more and more.
The bullet lodged in his head.
Left him twitching but not dead.
Will he try again?

Or will he be saved by a friend?

That's kinda of hard when you have none.

As another bullet is placed into the gun.
Depressed and paralyzed from the waist down.

His eyes are closed not even looking around.

Swallow his pride like if had any at all.
Soon, emotions will be painted on the wall.

Suicide is the world's horror.

We delay our lies more and more.

Pills, guns, love, depression - it's all here.
No longer is suicide something we fear.
Because when pain gets so great.

We will do anything for the great escape.

Suicide is the world's horror.

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