Suicide manifests
When you're dressed up
In your Gucci slides
And Prada dress
That your parents bought for
You when you
Were too depressed
To get a fucking job
And pay for your carelessness
Mother fucker
I wish I was you
But I've got money
In the fucking bank
Born into wealth
Where you buy
What you want
And the price doesn't matter
You're the heir
To the throne of misfortune
When the funds run out
And the cogs
Start their motion
You bite the bullet
'Cause it's cheaper than a
Life of debt
Daddy didn't
Put you in his will
I wonder if that
Gold watch
Is on his wrist still
You're scared of digging
'Cause the work
Is not worth the reward
A rope around your neck
No price tags in the
Fucking morgue
