Teen-suicide wave

Tell to me slightly about death
What will be after we shall die?
On other party someone alive
Goes together, Goes together
Our world such dirty and dark
directly on heavens I want to depart
I call you with me and take me apart
I have my direction and my golden card
I shall take a cord, you take the razor
I'll go upward, and you'll go in bedroom
I like suicide because soul is free
Forget about all and follow me
Look around we are dying
Our parents will not cry,
All of us wanted own paradise
To die young can be better of life