The Problem of Suicide Songtext
von Mark Sheeky

I think of suicide, every day
It is the reflection, of death
That fills me with joy, as I roll
My rock in the heat
In the rain
To the best
Of my ability


For I am master of my domain
And an alternative of oblivion
Is infinitely worse than any toil
And knowing this
Sets me free
From humanity

And I find love, knowing that
All of my actions are indelibly
Branded on the universe
And that even my most casual exhalations
Make a difference