Bottle of cyanide
I say I wanna live till I love to
When I don’t I’ll slay my life
Just when I ll be without restraint
My body I’ll crucify
Such kind of optimist I am
Have the clout to rule my life
take no sting but only joy
Guys!shouldn’t I pity u now
That’s why
I keep a bottle of cyanide
So when I wish
I’ll put it inside
With eternal bliss will I die
In the end no pain to fight
Mercy killing is what I believe
Euthanasia is what I demand
When I am deceased
I wouldn’t like to cry
And if ever I become lame
I’ll hate a helping hand
When I grow old
don’t want a supporting stand
Such a wonderful feeling
If asleep depart this life
That’s why
I keep a bottle of cyanide
So when I wish
I’ll put it inside
With eternal bliss will I die
In the end no pain to fight
Mercy killing is what I believe
Euthanasia is what I demand