Songwriters Warner, Brian Hugh
This is the film, close to the third act and the misery
Its not rain you rapist werewolves, its God pissing down on you
You wont die alone cause Ill break off my own arms
Sharpen my bones, stab you once for each time
I thought you were trying to take something
Youll never be good enough to even look upon
Its better to push something when its slipping
Than to risk being dragged down
If you wanna hit bottom dont bother to try taking me with you
I wont answer if you call
Two heartbeats down in, in hell
Trying to break your fall, your fall
This isnt a mob, wont need to change the names
Everyone around you has murdered someone, something sacred
Isnt one nail without dirt under it?
Isnt any white cotton panties that arent soaked and stained red?
Its better to push something when its slipping
Than to risk being dragged down
If you wanna hit bottom dont bother to try taking me with you
I wont answer if you call
Two heartbeats down in, in hell
Trying to break your fall, 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
Into the fire