Through Early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see
 [bad word] 
That Suicide is Painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The game of life is hard to play
I'm going to lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say
That [bad word] 

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works it's way on in
The pain grow stronger watch it grin
For [bad word] 

brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied "Oh why ask me."
Cause [bad word] 

And you can do the same thing if you please