Suicide

Suicide– the suicide of our nation
Yes, it's no less– no less than that
We are the soldiers on the other side
In this great combat

We take a gun to our own head
We take a knife to our own heart
We murder the soul inside ourselves
We blow ourselves apart

Death delivered by the hands of those who die
Death from the hands of self
To think we would take our own life
We must be besides ourself

We are a strangled nation
And its our own hands upon our neck
Murder for hire, they call it
And it's we who sign that check

A death warrant
A death wish
It's we who sign that decree
If we want to know who's killing us
Well, it's you and me