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NECRO : You Did It lyrics

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NECRO lyrics : "You Did It"

[Verse 1: Necro]
You wanna die intentionally due to your !@%@ nature
You're impatient; death comes eventually

But you want instant gratification
Suicide's been attempted; you're not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be labeled demented

And sent to somewhere expensive
Where they'll keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of psychotics

Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a cable
It's ironic like a fable

Depression has infected you, you're under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to your neck
And apply pressure to the trigger mechanism

Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other side
Once you've died you can't come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go after we die

To find out before it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for their cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the violent %#@!


[Chorus: x2]
You did it! (Son, you did it!)

You put the gun into your mouth and blasted yourself
And that's it, kid
You can't come back

You regret it, but you're deaded
You committed a suicide, and your whole head is shredded


[Verse 2: Necro]
Drinking cyanide? Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your neck

Just use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a band saw

Take a second from life to stop and laugh
I can't imagine the pain you feel
You're not a coward; you're brave

You allowed your head to be decapitated by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
Suicide epilogue, end of scene, cut

You can jump in front of a truck and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out dramatically like Natalie Portman in "Heat"
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius

Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a %#@!, like Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in your hand
And a suicide note next to you, hoping we'd understand

If you've got a problem, suicide will solve it
Check out the hook; Budd Dwyer with a revolver


[Chorus]

[Sample: Budd Dwyer's suicide at a press speech]

[Dwyer:] [stuttering] "When I..."
[Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, crowd panics]
[Dwyer:] "This will only take a moment."

[Crowd:] "Budd, no, please, please! Don't shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
[Dwyer:] "Stay back, don't, don't! This will hurt someone!"
[Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and fires upwards into his

skull]
[Crowd:] "No, oh my $#&@ing god! Oh my god! [crying] Oh, %#@!, no!"
[Crowd:] "Alright, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!

Somebody call an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"

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