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.