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We've turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs for ammunition,
I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition,
'Cause when the sun sets, it upsets what's left of my invested interest,
Interested in putting my fingers to my head,
The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids,
Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this,
Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, it's,
Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist
He trying to tell us that suicide isn't an option, no matter how tempting it seems. So many people are in the same boat as you are, they also turned their hands to guns and traded in their thumbs for ammunition. He tells you about his suicidal feelings, how he was seriously considering killing himself. He realised that suicide wasn't the solution, and he sees all the other people at the same risk he was. He urges them to consider getting help.