This is a hatesong, 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
But I'm more cut up than you
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yes, I'm hearing voices too
But I'm more cut up than you
yeah yeah yeah