So now you're standing in the
Breeze of some tenth floor
The crowd below looks up to you
And waits for more
Just one-step parts you from the
World you'd like to meet
One little step and within seconds
You'll be freed

Oh they are
Fighting their final fight
They are
Victims of suicide

The mob down in the street yells
Come on, jump and stares
You start to wonder what it takes
Till someone cares
The continuous state of distress
Gets you by the throat
The ice-cold grip of despair
Feeds your mental load

Oh they are
Fighting their final fight
They are
Victims of suicide

You have been searchin' for
An answer all your life
Still you don't know why it
Cuts you like a knife
All in all nobody
Tried to understand
Too late for helping hands

Who knows all the reasons which
Have driven you this far?
Your decision is to
End it where you are
Seems like everybody
Has to take the blame
Too late, it's such a shame
They are
Fighting their final fight
They are
Victims of suicide's
Night!