Suicide is Murder

Picture yourself there in the snow, turning blue Get used to that being you Picture yourself Blood from a cut on your wrist Checking for veins that you missed 'Cause suicide is murder You've got to have motive, means, and opportunity Suicide is murder Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy Motive is key Count off the friends who would care If there were none then you're there Motive's a must Shame and self-loathing a plus Tickets for under the bus 'Cause suicide is murder You've got to have motive, means, and opportunity Suicide is murder Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy But beware, cause anyone who knew you Will be cursed and part of them will also die There's no end to the asking of the question Why? So picture yourself, what sums up all of your ends? (Ah, ah, ah) Is it drowning, or bullets, or pills? (Uh, uh, uh) Try to detach, if throwing the pills down the hatch (Ah, ah, ah) Falling where no one can catch (Uh, uh, uh) 'Cause suicide is murder You've got to have the stomach for a heartless killing spree Suicide is murder Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy