Tekster: Death. Fate. Suicide Machine.

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Controlling their lives
Deciding when and how they will die
A victim of some one else's choice
The ones who suffer have no voice

Manipulating destiny

When it comes to living no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out
Those with power will be there

Prolong the pain
How long will it last
Suicide machine
A request to die with dignity
Is that too much to ask
Suicide machine

How easy it is to deny the pain
Of some one else's suffering

Robbed of natural abilities
In death they now seek tranquillity
In a confused state of mind
Extending agony, they must be blind

Manipulating destiny

When it comes to living no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out
Those with power will be there

Prolong the pain
How long will it last
Suicide machine
A request to die with dignity
Is that too much to ask
Suicide machine