Into The Fire

(album: The High End Of Low - 2009)

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