Suicide Hotline Pt. 1

Oh no, not me Dare I think about it? They're leaving me all alone How low? How mean I think I'm getting the taste for it I need you on the telephone Like now I feel you I'd kill for it I'm ready for it Oh no, not me Raving on about it They really left me all alone How low? How mean So easy when you think about it I'll never hang up - it is on What in heaven's name did they do to you? I feel you No one lasts forever yes it's true I feel you I'd kill for it I'm ready for it Halls of inquisition Kill it, reposition (sic) All along the ledges People standing, waiting to get shoved