SUICIDE NOTE lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 I - Narrow Gaze This is to those who cast me out Knives clutched tight in their left hands Who laughed at me, quiet, behind my back Who rolled their eyes and scoffed at all my plans Never understanding motives Questioning my ways I'll see you in another life Beyond your narrow gaze    You couldn't save me now, not now    Not by science    Or spirit    Not by understanding    Or love. . . II - Picture of You This is those who cast me aside Malice hiding behind veiled eyes Played their games, like in junior high Who laughed at me and my anguished cries Only after satisfaction For a week or two If you're looking for the fatal poison Take a picture of you    You couldn't save me now, not now    Not by spirit    Or understanding    Not by love    Or science. . . III - Overture And you made an overture But last second you looked away Can't you just admit you're wrong? Do you always have to win? Even when you're not quite sure Failure never crosses your mind Guess you're not perfect, nor am I Help yourself now, it's the only way I'm too far gone for you to save IV - Hidden Strings This is to those who spoke my name Like a toy, a thing to hold up proud and show And used my always good intentions Stealing everything I know Leading me down the road Promising me things Then pulling them away from me With their hidden strings    You couldn't save me now, not now    Not by understanding    Or love    Not by science    Or spirit. . . V - Too Soon This is to those who threw me down And walked their paths across my heart Shattered all my self-esteem Trying so hard to tear me apart Always knocking down my Self Bursting my balloon You went one word too far this time This can't end too soon    You cannot save me now, no no, not now    Not by love    Not by science    Not by spirit    Not by understanding VI - Epilogue One way to write an ending To balance out this sorry life Three thousand slurs into the red For all the sad and tragic goodbyes Five stories, and an afternote Sick stories with evil wisdom Seven trumpets in the night Ate all the justice away Nine lines, an epilogue Tentative, until I go away.