

Aaaaaargh!!!!
Stabbed by your bassist in a fit of rage.
Electrocuted when you go on stage.
You can O.D.
Skid into a tree.
Or stabbed in your heart by a fish in the sea.
Mashed up in a tour bus crash.
Or dying of grief just like Johnny cash.
Go like a junkie, all fucked up on skag.
Or having a wank, with your head in a bag.
Blow out your brains,
Go down in flames,
Live with your mother when you go insane.
Choking on ham
Or shot by a fan.
So many ways to die in a rock n roll band.
Ugh!
Have a heart attack like Peter Steele
Accept a lift from your buddy Vince Neil
Too many stars, have crashed in their cars,
Driving too fast, after hitting the bars,
Found dead in a hotel room,
“do not disturb” on the door of your tomb.
Play on Eleven.
Die at twenty seven.
The price that you pay for the drugs you consume.
Psychonaut 4 is for romantizing suicide when you’re sober.
Apati is for romantizing suicide when you’re wasted.
Trust me I’m a scientist
Drunker than a thousand bastards



