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