Jumping off a bridge
Jumping off a building
Jumping out a window
I gotta go somewhere
I gotta go
Wastin’ time standin’ here
I gotta go
Meanwhile, torrential rains lash down
I do believe rains would lift my spirit
Mixing nicotine fluid with vodka shots
I gotta go
Find me a revolver
Just make this insistent playing of ‘jump’
Go away
What would be your last words on Earth?
Do you prefer suicide or execution?
Soon those will be your only choices
As time ticks away
So do your chances to choose
What would be your last words on Earth
I gotta go
Lift your hands to something
Write a poem and let us know
And maybe it would ease your trouble a little bit
Before it comes down to the firing squad
And the heroin
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Art is either plagiarism or revolution
Murder, Malice, Mutiny
We’re looking for an a-word now
Where is ALICE?
If you are hiding her, you’ll lose your heads!
Already lost them.


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