Take your eraser to everything
Remove the burden of my memory
I’d rather it be you than me
Wouldn’t that make this easy?
Please, make me a statistic
So they don’t think they missed it
So they don’t blame me for being cryptic
You can pretend you went ballistic
What I’m asking for is an escape
Give me all your mercy
Load it in a 22 and pull
They’ll thank you for me
They’ll thank you for me
If it helps to ease your mind,
In the end, no one will have cried
All they care about is how I died
And how they hate explaining suicide
This Hell’s a nasty place to stay
But if I decide not to wake up one day
I’d end up there anyway
Give me a chance at Heaven’s gates
What I’m asking for is an escape
Give me all your mercy
Load it in a 22 and pull
They’ll thank you for me
They’ll thank you for me