Lyrics:

This is the film close to the third act and the misery
This isn't rain, you rapist werewolves
This is God pissing down on you
Don't worry, you won't die alone
I'll break off my own arms and
Sharpen my bones and stab you once for each time I thought of you
Trying to take something you'll never be good enough
To even look upon

It's better to push something when it's slipping
Than to risk being dragged down

If you want to hit bottom
Don't bother taking me with you
And I won't answer if you call
I'm two heartbeats ahead in Hell
Trying to break your fall

This isn't a mob, I won't need to change
To change the names
Everyone around you has murdered someone's something sacred
There isn't one nail without dirt under it
There isn't any 'white cotton panties'
That aren't soaked and stained red

It's better to push something when it's slipping
Than to risk being dragged down

If you want to hit bottom

And I won't answer if you call
I'm two heartbeats ahead in Hell
Trying to break your fall

Into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire