[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