Pop Song for Euthanasia - Shilpa Ray

Build a million signs

In juvenile codes

I’m tellin' the trees

Stop your growin'

Stop your growin'

Grow no more

Spray paint my eyes

The banners on my bones

You’re begging me to tag your soul

Your soul

Your soul

How you look surprised at me

You’re not blinkin'

How I shot ya dead

World

I shot ya dead

How you looked surprised at me

You’re not blinkin'

How I got ya good

World

How I got ya good

When I drove off that cliff

Blazing of gasoline

That I sold my arms and limbs for

When I drove off that cliff

Blazing of misery

I sold my blood and kin for

How you look surprised at me

You’re not blinkin'

How I shot ya dead

World

I shot ya dead

How you looked surprised at me

You’re not blinkin'

How I got ya good

World

How I got ya good

When I drove off that cliff

Blazing of gasoline

That I sold my arms and limbs for

When I drove off that cliff

Blazing of misery

That I sold my blood and kin for

If I broke your spine

Would you hold my hand

When I tell you

That it’s all over

All over

All over