What then, after you said your futile last word, you close the door.
Your inner self, it won't be forgiving you and
I hope it will not let you sleep at night,
I just hope it fuckin' hurts, you fake.
You think to know it all, you will just choke. your words,
They will be ripping your throat, at the end of your show.
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