Lyrics:

Mirror, mirror on the wall
A suicidal brother must take a fall
Can I talk for a second to myself
Can I talk for a second to myself
Can I look into my eyes, for a second
Take a second look into my eyes
I'm not surprised at what I see
I see you starin' right back at me
So I'm goin' to take a chance
Take a razor to my wrist, take a rest
Take me a razor from the medicine chest
But I hesitate to take myself out my misery
I got to get my head together or whatever
I'm going to do, I've got to do it right now
'Cause I'm a Suicidalist and I know how
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
So 'Elizabeth, I'm comin' to join you honey'
Can I get Wicket, get Wicket, can I get
I'm losing my mind, I can't take this shit
I think I'm going to do it, going to do it man I think
I bet by tomorrow dead bodies might stink
13 Ways how to do it man I know
But if I got to go, I guess I got to go
I'm still dreamin' about death and every day is like dead
I got a screw loose and a hole in my head
Tick-tock and you don't stop
Fuck the motherfuckin' cops
Man, I'm thinkin' all this crazy shit
I grip my dick

*Fire* Agh!