VERSE 1:
Through [D#m7] early morning [G#7] fog I see [C#] Visions of the [A#m7] things [A#7sus4] to [A#m7] be
The [D#m7] pains that are with-[G#7]-held for me
I [C#] realize and [A#m7] I [A#7sus4] can [A#m7] see; [A#7] that
CHORUS: [D#m7] Suicide is [G#7] painless, it [C#] brings on many [A#m7] changes
And [F#maj7] I can [C#/F] take or [D#m] leave it [G#7] if I [A#m] please
VERSE 2:
The [D#m7] game of life is [G#7] hard to play [C#] I'm going to lose it [A#m7] anyway
The [D#m7] losing card I'll [G#7] someday lay
And [C#] this is all I [A#m7] have [A#7sus4] to [A#m7] say [A#7]
VERSE 3:
The [D#m7] sword of time will [G#7] pierce our skins [C#] It doesn't hurt when [A#m7] it begins
But [D#m7] as it works its way on [G#7] in
The [C#] pain grows stronger, [A#m7] watch [A#7sus4] it [A#m7] grin [A#7]
VERSE 4:
A [D#m7] brave man once re-[G#7]-quested me [C#] To answer questions [A#m7] that are key
Is [D#m7] it to be or not to [G#7] be?
And [C#] I replied, "Oh [A#m7] why [A#7sus4] ask [A#m7] me?" [A#7]