Hang my heatshots off the wall
Hang them up myself on my window
like blackout curtain calls
This might be a day I die
Or it might just be the day that I
decide to stay alive

My head spins around and my eyes they roll back
And maybe Satan wants me for a smokestack
I know this isn’t happening outside of my head
But it’s real as hell inside and it’s killing me dead

Make a list of pros and cons
Con I will be dead, but pro I’ll be
Respected when I’m gone
Give away all of my things
But bury me with all my records, please
LIke some Egyptian king

There is tugging and warring and I am the rope
And my GPS is shouting “Abandon all hope”
There’s a coin in the air I could go either way
Be a ghost in a sheet or a wolf in a cage

Make a decision
Everybody’s waiting on you
Make an incision
Only you can do it
It’s seppuku

Doctor says it’s vertigo, those were her words
Or maybe I’m just Psycho, got a case of The Birds
All I got is groundhog nausea all I need is some rest
But all I get is sicker all I'm getting depressed

Make a decision
Everybody’s waiting on you
Make an incision
Only you can do it
It’s seppuku

There is something wrong I see
That everybody who can't see like me
finds wrong in what I see
Raise that blade and cut those pills
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum see how sweet
my ho-hum head a basket fills

I know they'd say, "It's selfish to act on these thoughts
And it wouldn’t solve a thing to put yourself in a box
If there’s hope in a rope or a Samurai blade
Then you haven’t learned a thing at the end of the day"

Ooooh, Make a decision
Everybody’s waiting on you
Ooooh, Make an incision
Only you can do it
It’s seppuku