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Suicide Silence (Suicide Silence) · Peggy Suicide (Julian Cope) · Suicide Shrimp (Basilwink) · Mass Suicide Occult Figurines (John Vanderslice) · Suicide (Mactatus) · Gallery of Suicide [25th Anniversary Edition] (Cannibal Corpse) · Suicide (Mactatus) · Live ?!*@ Like a Suicide (Guns N' Roses) · Steelbath Suicide (Soilwork) · The Suicide Sessions, Vol. 2: Stored Images + Bonus (Suicide Commando) – and 90 other albums »


and fill your mouth
It's suicide to run your life by I

Verse:
There's hunger there is violence
People butchered for their beliefs
Someone else's tears don't
A noise quieter than a dying breath
Mirrors on the blank side of the paper
A need to control this suicide
Something I'll never quite understand
There the soldiers, in the sunlight
Kill the center of a man in endless suicide
By the night light, in forever sky
Is a holstered, bridled child
Suicide obsession in a world of betray
Taunted into silence and then bury the rage
Deep depression darkness fed, pull the trigger count the dead
And they ruled the woman's death a suicide
Bound by their behavior
They could have been her savior
Now guilt becomes the endless debt they owe
But
abomination
Global autopsy
Suicide warmonger's nation
Through death they seek eternity
Actions caused by religious madness
A war through thousands of years
Fashionable as suicide
Never thought it'd feel so real

These happy endings are just illusions
Dying every day that we go by
Here I'm stripped naked for
The ravenous mouth called system 
We're all shaped by vulgar hands 
The grip of hate and lies 
The sustenance to our bellicose ways 
An ignorance almost
this silence back 'fore it's too late
And it haunts you
And it haunts you
It's a love-hate
Heartbreak

This could be suicide
A kiss with these red knives
Decisions have been made
By the heads of state
They cannot be revoked
The regrets came too late
So the mission is on
And they are on their way
They
gain your last dishonour, burst the sound of sorrow

[Chorus]
Chosen victims, call suicide
My dimensions, commence to arise
Killing by shears, fills my
can we see his grace
Yes I was wrong storing treasures in a mortal land
God help me so I won't fall again
Betrayed by the silence around the table
Lurking among us, attracted by blood, hating the world for its
Love of a god, anciently ordered a soldier for death, stomping
On Christians
Circle around the park 
Joining hands in silence 
Watch the evil black the sky 

The storm has ripped the shelter 
Of illusion from our brow
Circle around the park, joining hands in silence
Watch the evil black the sky
The storm has ripped the shelter of illusion from our brow
This
Friends fall so fast we call it suicide
You just scream in silence over time

Oh, this pain you blaze inside you into the empty sky out there
When you feel
forming
Don't see or heed the warning
Don't hear the sound of tyrants
Surrounded by the silence

Columbus and magellan and de gama
Sailed upon
dignity
Thoughts of suicide
No conscience and no regret
Anger form the skies
The wall of silence starts to fall
I'm gonna go with pride
Piece by piece
without running out of patience
Move in silence without running up in places
Cake by the layers
Rich but never famous
Hustle anonymous still remain nameless
Once beloved now lost forever
Wings of Angel torn by malignance

Why wasn't it me?
Living in a shadow of death
I wish it was a dream

I won't
by nails
My lips are glazed with words of rebirth in praise of death
I grasp for air in the submergence of my own sin
Clinical silence for the seed
the car into gear
How could he be so selfish?
Will this happen, felt it
Why won't he answer, answer, answer, he answer!
"Jason, hello?"

Suicide, suicide
But that don't explain the tire tracks that came down from your house.
To make it look like suicide had always been your plan. 

Now I wanna burn, I
Knowledge on the court, observin' what is all around
The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound
Hearin' and fearin', the momentum
really gon run game
Wait two weeks to give it up and feel no pain
Babygirl, you picked the wrong balla
He was raised by mack's and pimps, model let him