[Lyrics - Wilson, music - Edwin, Wilson]



This is a hate song just meant for you

I thought that I'd write it down while I still could

I hope when you hear this you'll want to sue



Oh it's a lonely life in my empty bed

And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head

These are the last rites

The line is dead



Yes, I'm hearing voices too

And I'm more cut up than you