From the recording Dysphoria Riot
Lyrics
Pull the plug in November
I don't wanna die in June
I'd like to start planning my funeral
I’ve got work to do, yeah
Yank my plug, make it painless
I don't want a violent death
Don't say that you'll always love me
'Cause you know I'd drain myself dry for you
over and over again
Doomsday is now at hand
I'll book the marching band, to play as you speak
I'll feel like giving up
You'll stand and stare like, a goddamn machine
I'd like to plan out my part in this
But you're such a narcissist
You'll probably do it next week
I don't get a choice in the matter
Why would I? It's only the death of me
only the death of me, oh oh oh
Yank the plug but be careful
I don't wanna end too soon
There's probably good in you somewhere
I'll hang on 'til the madness is through
Doomsday is now at hand
I'll book the marching band, to play as you speak
I'll feel like giving up
You'll stand and stare like, a goddamn machine
I'd like to plan out my part in this
But you're such a narcissist
You'll probably do it next week
I don't get a choice in the matter
Why would I? It's only
The death of me was so silent
No friends and family around
Only my murderer, you, and the priest who told you to burn in hell
And the funny thing is I would’ve married you
If you'd have just stuck around
I feel more free than I have in years
Six feet in the ground, ooo oo ooohh
My death is now at hand
I booked the marching band, to play as you speak
I feel like giving up
You stand and stare like, a goddamn machine
I'd have liked to plan out my part in this
But you're such a narcissist
That you did it on Halloween
I had no choice in the matter
Why would I?
It's only the death of me