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!