IF YOU FIND YOUR SUICIDE (1/95)

IF YOU FIND YOUR SUICIDE (1/95)

Midnight found the suicide painted on the wall
All the thoughts that once defined the person we recall
I guess it was an epidemic, just a black plague mind
Janitors and paramedics get all that’s left behind

Passion was his millionaire, coping was his broke
Midnight brings its silent stare and tries to pass the yoke
Bow your head in could have said, dance with retrospect
Pay that dime and you will find his body around your neck

And if you find your suicide, you’ll find nothing after all
And if you find your suicide, you’ll find the black behind the wall
If you find your suicide, epidemic scene
I’ll save the pennies for your eyes, but keep the quarantine

Midnight found the dancing dime in the beggar’s cup
Looking down was where he found the strength for looking up
A dime for your suicide, a penny for your thoughts
Until you get down off your cross
I’ll be with the soldiers throwing lots