Knowing that it's been reported that he hung himself, go back and listen to the first verse of Bleed It Out. Life imitating art? What a waste.
"Yeah, here we go for the hundredth timeHand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my ****ing mind
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get loose
Truth is you can stop and stare
Bled myself out and no one cares
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere"