⚠️ Trigger Warning & PSA This song is a work of dark, satirical fiction. It's meant to express emotion, not encourage action. If you're in a rough place, don’t take cues from a guy with a guitar and a grudge—reach out to real help. For immediate support in the U.S., call the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline at 988, or visit 988lifeline.org.
Life gets heavy. That’s why we scream into microphones instead of voids. Someone cares. Even if it’s just the janitor who has to mop up after your bad decisions. Don’t make them do that.
Lyrics
Fuck you, end your life.
Go on, Try it twice.
Make sure, its done right.
Here's a rope, here's a knife.
I'm tired of, listening to you whine.
Your no, genious mind.
Suicide, tried and true.
Away out, It will work for you.
Genocide's, got nothing on you.
You have no heart, for me to hold too.
Sepuku, could save your soul.
If only you, knew to let go.
Fuck You, end your life.
Go on, try it twice.
Tie the rope, to the top of the stairs.
Slit your wrist, and jump in the air.
Air
Fuck You, end your life.
Go on, try it twice.
Make sure, it's done right.
Use a rope, here's a knife.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
FUCK YOU!