The Suicide Club

Woah, woah.

Bang, bang go the coffin nails,

like a breath exhaled,

and then gone forever.

It seems like just yesterday,

how did I miss the red flags raise?

Think back to the days we laughed

we braved these bitter storms together.

Brought to his knees he cried,

but on his feet he died.

What God would damn a heart?

And what God drove us apart?

What God could

make it stop

let this end

Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.

It's come to this,

a weightless step.

On the way down singing,

Woah, woah.

Bang, bang from the closet walls,

the schoolhouse halls,

the shotguns loaded.

Push me and I'll push back.

I'm done asking, I demand.

From a nation under God,

I feel its love like a cattle prod.

Born free, but still they hate.

Born me, no I can't change.

It's always darkest just before the dawn.

So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.

Make it stop.

Let this end,

Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.

It's come to this,

a weightless step.

On the way down singing,

Woah, woah.

The cold river washed him away,

but how could we forget.

The gatherings hold candles

but not their tongues.

And too much blood has flown from the wrists,

of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.

Who will rise to stop the blood?

We're calling for

Insisting on

A different beat, yeah

a brand new song

Woah, woah.

(Tyler Clemente age 18)

A brand new song

Woah, woah.

(Billy Lucas age 15)