Introduction to Suicide
Ha Ha
Every day little Billy is force-fed drugs
That he is told he has to take
Or he will die
Everyday is an illusion of life
The delusion is the drugs lie
I am constantly surrounded by faces
That I have seen before
But I have never seen their face
More money
More money
More money
That’s all they speak about
And all I hear
Somehow all these people know who I am
I’ve been fooled
All the Brady boys are homos
All the Brady girls are lesbos
I lived their faith and hopes
Now I must realize their lies
The green man never dies
Only molds inside his lies
And keeps being watered by his hired spies
A race car driver wrecks and is hurt
But all anyone cares about is the cost of wrecked metal
They keep throwing me out of isle 1 to isle 5
But the song has just ended
And now I can’t re-enter the auditorium
Until the song ends
I look the age of the people
I am looking at
A brain is lost then found
The circus continues
I asked you if you wanted my help
And I wanted to help you
But you just said no
Stop looking at me
Well, yes, I am a writer
That’s why I keep writing
This kid’s a genius head
We are going to hear from him
Until the day we are dead
I think you like ditching me
And I’m scared, until I find out where I am
Take my spirit, my soul
But leave my wallet alone
So the bum
Is the big man
That I never liked
That girl is the most pure
Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen
This concert is taking more time
Than any concert should ever take
Everyone is spying on me
And I feel fat
Are you ditching me again
Have you been down stairs
Giving reports on me
To the lieutenant, that aren’t true?
The music keeps playing in my head
I can’t sleep
So that’s why I killed myself
I had a dream
I was swimming in lost raging waters
I was chased by bloodthirsty sharks
But they never bit me
They just teased and tortured me
I never drowned
I kept swimming
It was their game
I like to go places with my friends
Just so others don’t think I came alone
If I can’t have what I want
What I love, I begin to hate
I’ll hate myself
And kill my life
With all the knives
People who I have just talked to
Keep telling other ears
What I have just said
But they are wrong
That isn’t what I said
I can hear everyone talking
And I am surrounded by people
Whose sole duty is to disrupt and distract me
It was found out years later
That a man who was a murderer
Was a writer
And is a genius
Hmmn
I went insane about the time I was eight years old
I have sticky gum on my shoe
I am going to commit suicide
I am suicide
Think I’ll sprinkle
The black and blue sky
With tiny clear liquid drops of cyanide.