You're going to sit here, and you're going to listen: the woman that I loved
You made me brake up with her and I became this man here
And here you are lost, distraught with remorse for never having known
Resist to your body, you will never see this man here
I'm going to leave this place, I pity my successor.
Someday — whatever you do, you'll bring her bad luck.
You will remember this man here.
I know your program, I see your future
Other hands claim that you are going to make you suffer
Your pretty soulless eyes make me sick to vomit
Go destroy the happiness, do your job on Earth
Go cry out, go start wars
Your pretty heartless body, go auction it off
Don't wait too long: wrinkles don't wait.
Tonight, I would like to have as much as your last contract
May your last client be this man.
May your last customer
May your last contract be the man here
Be the man here.