| Ligature around your neck fastened to a makeshift gallows
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| Both ends securely tightened, terminal gravity
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| Bend your knees to apply tension
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| Feel the rope constrict your airways
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| Achieve unconsciousness
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| Modum Sui Morte
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| Life is not worth all the pain
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| Use the rope to end it all
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| Death is near and everlasting
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| Soon the noose will set you free
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| At war with your own existence
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| Just fucking kill yourself
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| Power through survival instincts
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| Tonight is your night
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| Through persistence you’ll gain death
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| Bear down to apply more pressure‚ lean further into it
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| Worry not of an intrusion‚ no one really gives a shit
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| Hang in there
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| Rid this world of your despondence
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| Welcome death
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| Give up on your fucking life
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| Hang in there
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| Soon you’ll reach the other side
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| Finish it
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| Embrace eternal damnation
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| Keep pushing forward
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| Feel your brain swell as your heart rate plummets
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| Don’t give up now; |
| this world is much better off without you
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| Blackness has now been achieved
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| There’s only a few seconds left
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| Blood flow to your brain has ceased
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| Prepare to take your final breath
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| Tunnel vision sets in
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| Next week you’ll be found dead and rotten
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| They’ll question themselves for what you’ve done
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| But soon you’ll be forgotten |