it s time to die so pick up a corkscrew gouge out your eyes and turn it to red goo open a vein and bang on the walls leaving a scene and the neighbors appalled suicide s met with an absolute glee blind all your life you can finally see gouging your abdomen with a dull spoon smashing your brains out all over the room writhing in gore and insulted in wrath high guest of honor at your own blood bath go on and show us what death s all about grab a fork and a knife and just kill your guts out you can t make me live my life you can t make me buy my time you cannot help me scream bye you can t make me wait to die ramming an ice pick in the back of your skull you drink blood as it punctures your throat pull all your teeth out with pliers and smile slayer rules is your suicide note stripping sinew from your arms piece by piece agony is your final best friend gurgling laughing and shrieking in pain it s a madman s means to an end lead pipe opens the skull with a crack pry your face right off with a crowbar scoop the insides out and place in a bowl and you now look like what you are it s time to die why not cave in your ribcage life is a lie so bring on the twelve gauge bloodied and bent on a violent ending you represent all the ever descending suicide s fun and it s easy to do it s a genuine thrill it s the finish of you cutting your tongue apart with broken glass feel it flop in your mouth as you cackle and gasp grinning and grunting intestines are twined using a bread knife to sever your spine happily slinging your insides about vision is dimming you ve killed your guts out