17 Ways of Suicide on Sunday

Welcome to the end
Of my life time I've chosen to die
Seventeen ways on Sunday I'm going to find
This is the last time I'll write
About my own suicide...

I could step out into traffic
As in my soul I create a new rhyme
I know God's got an open mind
I could spend some time
With Mrs. Henderson's dog, she calls "death"
Whose always desired to eat my fingers

17 ways to suicide on Sunday
Planned so far about 13 or so
Lets randomly pick and try one
In hopes that this Sunday I'll die

Its no longer my wish to exist
I could bleed out from being stoned
In a 3rd world country for having faith
Now in that death there is a lesson to learn
But still my lie behind its message
That I only seeking to die

I could walk out into a large ocean swell
Abandon the reason's of love to search for hell
And when I proclaim with loud words my death
The only statement you make is the question why
Weak in the knees I degrade to sitting stance
And there upon resting find heaven at last
In the while light that met me
As the overdose took hold my mind

17 ways to suicide on Sunday
Planned so far about 13 or so
Lets randomly pick and try one
In hopes that this Sunday I'll die

A victim of uneternal grace
Because by my own hands my face got fried
I lit the candle and doused the gasoline
In this short depressing lifetime I'm so impressed
With the shit we put each other proudly through
With justifications with hateful words
Your more holy and I'm unlovable for you
So end it all again with angry words
Or a simple middle finger raised
As your last act of defiance in my face

I bid you farewell all who exist in this life
Until we meet again my words are with you
Don't search through my past to find whats true
I'm dead and gone now in my lyrics find me
You can't take my vacant hand and guide me through
I was always lost and waiting for you to come my way
And guide me through my hollow times

17 ways to suicide on Sunday
Planned so far about 13 or so
Lets randomly pick and try one
In hopes that this Sunday I'll die

Laughing amongst the tears as you cry
The venomous touch of the black widow
I bought from a pet shop and freed from her cage
You kissed my forehead and blessed me goodbye
As you closed the back door and drove away for the last time