VERSE 1:
Through [G#m7] early morning [C#7] fog I see [F#] Visions of the [D#m7] things [D#7sus4] to [D#m7] be
The [G#m7] pains that are with-[C#7]-held for me
I [F#] realize and [D#m7] I [D#7sus4] can [D#m7] see; [D#7] that
CHORUS: [G#m7] Suicide is [C#7] painless, it [F#] brings on many [D#m7] changes
And [Bmaj7] I can [F#/A#] take or [G#m] leave it [C#7] if I [D#m] please
VERSE 2:
The [G#m7] game of life is [C#7] hard to play [F#] I'm going to lose it [D#m7] anyway
The [G#m7] losing card I'll [C#7] someday lay
And [F#] this is all I [D#m7] have [D#7sus4] to [D#m7] say [D#7]
VERSE 3:
The [G#m7] sword of time will [C#7] pierce our skins [F#] It doesn't hurt when [D#m7] it begins
But [G#m7] as it works its way on [C#7] in
The [F#] pain grows stronger, [D#m7] watch [D#7sus4] it [D#m7] grin [D#7]
VERSE 4:
A [G#m7] brave man once re-[C#7]-quested me [F#] To answer questions [D#m7] that are key
Is [G#m7] it to be or not to [C#7] be?
And [F#] I replied, "Oh [D#m7] why [D#7sus4] ask [D#m7] me?" [D#7]