This is the last time we will talk about your health
Drinks and pills and everything we can imagine
Fill this fucking hole
Day by day, your confession fill this fucking sacred hole
That lives inside your stomach and feed your mind
Fragments of dying days, fragments of a thousand names
Let me tell you something, about the way you feel
You can't live with this forever
So do the world a favour
Put this gun through your head
Don't think too much, just pull the trigger
And face the end of your existence
Or drop the gun!
Open these tired eyes and face reality
After all, life is just a fucking tragedy
Fragments of a thousand names, fragments of dying days

Sorry, but I don't care if you die!