Suicide Largo 
Grand Central Station @ FortuneCity.com


My Life is slowly killing me...
My life does it knowingly...
I've let it have its way with me
Till all the guilt set my mind free.
My obsessive mind dictates its needs.
Every body function heeds.
I'll try anything if it's good.
"Hey Man... I knew you would!"
So, my mind and spirit have agreed.
There's no life without a seed.
There's no fire without desire,
As my swirling soul reaches higher.
From the day I was born to the day it is now
I've been created/destroyed without knowing how...
And this suicide thing has the world on its mind
'Cause our lives are slowly killing all of our kind.

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Last updated February 2003

© Jason Smith & Warwick Kolleth, 1998