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In the distance I hear a cry for help Can I still go to heaven if I kill myself? 'Cause surely nobody wants to go to hell But the closer I get the less I hear the yells The sweet aroma of death is his favorite smell Would it make a difference if I had a soul to sell? Too many questions and no time to dwell Can I still go to heaven if I kill myself? In the distance I hear a cry for help Can I still go to heaven if I kill myself? 'Cause surely nobody wants to go to hell But the closer I get the less I hear the yells The sweet aroma of death is his favorite smell Would it make a difference if I had a soul to sell? Too many questions and no time to dwell Can I still go to heaven if I kill myself? God has his headphones too loud The life of a dog or an entire crowd I was told sinners were not even allowed Even allowed Even allowed Even allowed Is food nothing more than slaughtered cows? Is it still my life if the point is to make another proud? Before I make this choice, please tell me where art thou? Tell me: Where art thou? Tell me: Where art thou? Tell me: Where art thou? In the distance I hear a cry for help Can I still go to heaven if I kill myself? 'Cause surely nobody wants to go to hell But the closer I get the less I hear the yells The sweet aroma of death is his favorite smell Would it make a difference if I had a soul to sell? Too many questions and no time to dwell Can I still go to heaven if I kill myself? If I kill myself If I fucking kill Death