Too Late For Suicide
Thee Oh Sees
3:31Pluck your eyes out With the master's withered hand And the planets Grope about without a plan On your knees now Because you'll only suffer more You must suffer Yes, you mustn't only die And the heavens Grinding down, you can't be well Hanging heavy In a sky as black as oil Crawling slowly Face down in the muck Crawling slowly With an outstretched withered hand