The Art of Suicide (Acoustic Version)

[Verse 1]
The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs
Meant to conceal lovers' lies

[Pre-Chorus]
Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why…

[Chorus]
Why live a life that's painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a dream that's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?
Why bother bothering just for a poem or another sad song to sing?
Why live a life?
Why live a life?

[Verse 2]
The art of suicide
Pretty and clеan
Conveys a theatrical scenе
“Alas, I'm gone!” she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid

[Pre-Chorus]
Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why…

[Chorus]
Why live a life that's painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a dream that's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?
Why bother bothering just for a poem or another sad song to sing?
Why live a life?
Why live a life?

[Bridge]
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson
That really ought to be learned

[Outro]
The world is full of poets
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more