Pungent Stench 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!
