Suicide - The Black Heart Procession

As my bones creak and my veins scream

While my spirit breaks I hear you calling me

As my heart aches and my hands shake

While my mind fades from these dark days

In the valley where I come from

Everybody watches the blood run

No one will lend you a knife or a gun

But they’ll cut your wrists

And hang you by the neck

I like your suicide

You show up in the middle of the night

Blood drippin from your wrists

Pills on your tongue and a gun in your hand

A rope around your neck

I hope god is your friend

I like your suicide