To Kill - The End Of The Show Lyrics

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 f*ckin’ 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.