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This time I'm serious 'bout the matter 'Cause I'm feeling suicidal It's time to take the drink, and bleed it out 'cause I'm your idol We'll all be free from sin and pain As death comes still and tidal And if I catch you running, you will see the worst in me You will see the worst in me The years have passed, and you've been following me like the sheep And if they take me, I need your restless souls to bleed I, I'm begging for salvation The pill is hard to swallow, but at least it's served on gold I know the pill is hard to swallow But this time will be the last Just have your loved ones close by And keep them tight on your side as you watch the last sundown Your white scarves are crumbling in your anxious hands Sitting in the summer field as you meet your ends I've chosen violence today as the only escape This is the moment I've become my true self So raise your goddamn glass, and here is to our absence Aah!