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 quite life that leaks from my head
These are the last rites
And the line is dead
Yes, Im hearing voices too
And I'm more cut up than you
Writer(s): Richard Barbieri, Colin Edwin Balch, Steven John Wilson, Christopher James Maitland
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