Your gun held to my head
Click click click
Your furtive whispers wishing me dead
Bang bang pull the trigger
Just a little game of Russian Roulette
You expect me to quake and shiver in fear
Nothing, nothing at all is what I feel
Go ahead do it pull the trigger now
Nothing could be better than being dead
No longer in your control
No longer would you own my soul
SO go ahead pull the trigger
Here now then dead, put the bullet in my head
End it all now, no longer will my life be filled with dread

from V for Vendetta...

Interrogator: I am instructed to inform you that you have been convicted by special tribunal and that unless you are ready to offer your cooperation you are to be executed. Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Evey Hammond: Yes.
Interrogator: Are you ready to cooperate?
Evey Hammond: No.
Interrogator: Very well. Escort Ms. Hammond back to her cell. Arrange a detail of six men and take her out behind the chemical shed and shoot her.
Guard: It's time.
Evey Hammond: I'm ready.
Guard: Look all they want is one little piece of information, just give them something, anything.
Evey Hammond: Thank you, but I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds.
Guard: Then you have no fear any more. You're completely free.