Suicide Solution

Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquer Take a bottle, drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows Away tomorrows Evil thoughts and evil doings Cold, alone you hang in ruins Thought that you'd escape the reaper You can't

Awakening disturbing Mangled bodies in the shadows wander through this silence we implore it of not completing We beg to be able to escape to be able to change at least one second of this death already marked of this imminent and frenzied farewell fa