Should I kill myself, or shouldn't I kill myself, that's the question.
Should I keep on dealing with all this fucking bad luck
or stand up against this bullshit by ending it all
and by ending it all – just sleep... forever.
And when I'm asleep I wont have to deal with any of it.
I won't have deal with the thousands of possible things that make life suck.
If you think about it, this is what everyone should want.
To die and to sleep forever.
To sleep and a chance to dream...
Actually, that's the problem.
Because what sort of dreams will I  have after I die, 
that's what you got to think about.
And that's why people don't all just  fucking kill themselves.
Because who would want to deal with all this bullshit.
The corrupt politicians endlessly arguing and never getting anything done, 
people no better than me treating me like shit,
falling in love just to have your heart broken,
a legal system that frees the guilty and jails the innocent,
cops thinking they can tell me what to do just because they have a uniform,
my fucking neighbor thinking he's better than me because he has a nicer car....
All of this could be ended with a quick slash of a blade across my throat.
But the fear of not knowing what comes after you die,
because no ones been back so far to tell us about it,
confuses us and makes us put up with all this bullshit instead of taking a chance on the unknown.
Just the fact that we are able to think about it this deep turns us all into cowards.
So one minute I'm sure of myself and the next I'm scared as shit.
And all my great plans of an easy way out, become difficult and confusing
and I can't do shit.