Eulogy

There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient

answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a

blunt lie and gouged out his mind And I can't xcept that he's found the

answers to those questions I'll be trying to solve until I die And I can't

accept that he's somehow "better off" because the answers aren't that simple

we always assumed he wasn't either and I want his beautiful religion to burn

because Steve's dead... I wasn't offered the chance to say goodbye.