Let Me Die

Life is no longer an eternal bliss

So give me a knife that I may cut my wrist

A rope to hang my neck from, a cage to hold my heart

A bed to later lay in as from this world I depart

I want to play Russian roulette, one bullet, six barrel gun

One by one we shoot into our mouths til it comes to me and no more fun

I'll go to the drug store, Tylenol and whiskey I'll buy

Empty both bottles down my throat and sit and wait to die

And when you find me on my bed

Rope, gun, whiskey, pills, and knife

You'll do your best to save my life

But it's too late, I'm already dead.