Practice Suicide - Pungent Stench

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Practice Suicide

I’m the one who stands behind you

Helping hand telling what to do

The houseroof is the place we met

Hear me whispering: «Fly — Do it — Feel free»

Come on and fly!

Come on baby touch the sky!

I’m the passenger in your new car

But with me you won’t come very far

This solution is the best to take

Step on the gas forget the brake

Faster, more gas!

Practice suicide!

I’m Mr Sandman in your bedroom

Recommend the pills right for your doom

These taste so sweet like candies from the store

Give them a try — You need more to die

Eat them and die!

Eat them and die!