Bottle of cyanide
I say I wanna live till I love to
When I donât Iâll slay my life
Just when I ll be without restraint
My body Iâll crucify
Such kind of optimist I am
Have the clout to rule my life
take no sting but only joy
Guys!shouldnât I pity u now
Thatâs why
I keep a bottle of cyanide
So when I wish
Iâll put it inside
With eternal bliss will I die
In the end no pain to fight
Mercy killing is what I believe
Euthanasia is what I demand
When I am deceased
I wouldnât like to cry
And if ever I become lame
Iâll hate a helping hand
When I grow old
donât want a supporting stand
Such a wonderful feeling
If asleep depart this life
Thatâs why
I keep a bottle of cyanide
So when I wish
Iâll put it inside
With eternal bliss will I die
In the end no pain to fight
Mercy killing is what I believe
Euthanasia is what I demand