Suicide is an urban disease
Spread by peolple and places like these
quick self [bad word] from the 21st floor
smell of gas through the kitchen door

stab in the back from the workers and bosses
They're counting their gains as you count your losses
As you count your losses

Blow the world apart with the press of a button
We all say it shouldn't but we know it will happen
Again and again like the rain and the ark
Onwards forever eternally dark
Eternally dark

The grit in your eye soon enters your heart
And all that was strength is just falling apart
We're jumping from one bed and into another
Searching for something that we'll never discover
Never discover

So we go on breeding - breeding contempt
From all of the repression that this has meant
If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill
Then the greed from the ashes certainly will
Certainly will

This place is not my place
This place is not yours
We're set on self [bad word] For no reason or cause

If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill
Then the greed from the ashes certainly will
Certainly will