I lie sleepless in bed,
with these thoughts in my head.
Nothing's going the way I want,
thinking I'm better off dead.

He's whispering in my ear,
The Prince of the Air.
Telling me to just give up,
for their's no one who cares.

Sitting alone in the night,
death's in my sight.
Suicidal tendencies
is what the Snake invites.

A life that can't cope,
life without any hope.
It's time to put an end to my life.
First I tried with dope
then tried with the rope.
Then with the gun and with the knife.

Life's harder day after day,
this life I cannot stay.
Nothing in this world, only misery.
Suicide's the only way out,
to escape this world of doubt.
Is this the only way it could be?

Holding my life in my hands,
doing what the serpent commands.
There has to be another way.
I scream out the Lord's name,
save me from this worldly shame.
And take these foolish desires away.

Lord God, Creator of All,
your holy name I do call.
Save me from this depression of mine,
by your might, crush down this wall.

I can't make it on my own,
I can't do it all alone.
For I need your help,
the one who sits upon the throne.

Suicidal tendencies,
it had the best of me.
Suicidal tendencies,
now I have been set free.