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.