This is the film
Close to the third act and the misery
It´s not rain, you rapist werewolves
It´s God pissing down on you

You won´t die alone
´Cause I´ll break off my own arms
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 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
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

Into the fire