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 accept 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.
–Eulogy, Born Against
