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Lying in a gutter

With a hole in the head

Dyin' from a bullet wound

A river of red

Suicidal actions sending

Death to your door

Blowing out your brains

At a quarter to four

Hanging from the ceiling

With your neck in a rope

Chokin' down your life

Cuz' you just couldn't cope

Little brother freaks

When he walks in the room

Screamin' as you dangle

In the late afternoon

You chose to die

Took the easy way out

Ending your existence

In a shadow of doubt

Suicidal actions are

Your last gasp for breath

Your worldly pain is nothing

To your pain after death

Morbid choice was made

Soon you'll meet your grave

Alone you do your dying

But then you find

That Hell is what you're buying

It's Morbicide

Dive bomb the sidewalk

From the fortieth floor

Splatterbash your brains

Cuz' your wife is a whore

Scraping up the pieces

With a shovel in hand

Dropping out of life

Was your ultimate plan

You chose to die

Took the easy way out

Ending your existence

In a shadow of doubt

Suicidal actions are

Your last gasp for breath

Your worldly pain is nothing

To your pain after death

Morbid choice was made

Soon you'll meet your grave

Alone you do your dying

But then you find

That Hell is what you're buying

It's Morbicide

Chamber of gas

The garage is your tomb

Hands upon the wheel

As you await your doom

The ford is out of gas

And your life has been saved

Your body has survived

But you're dead in the brain

Morbid choice was made

Soon you'll meet your grave

Alone you do your dying

But then you find

That Hell is what you're buying

It's Morbicide