It's like falling into a giant can of black paint.
You can't really see what you're getting yourself into.
You just have to trust that ******, pulsating mess in the left side of your chest and your ability to swim. Most importantly your ability to swim.

I guess something is better than nothing, maybe we will wait and see
He said I'm the one they call price, I can set you free
the one they go to for advice, on their debauchery
He said nothing is really ever free, free yourself from reality
inside her head a porcelain doll smash up, and torn to shreds
see the broken bones of lovers strewn across her bed
the ****** ***** of the Antichrist, things that don't make any sense
walk with me into the after life, in life and in death

She did something you thought she would never do surprise you
the magic that she spins,trapped me in that web with you
******* on me now and then, but there is no way to win
I'm the one that they come to with the wagges of their sin
knocking at your door soaked in blood wondering if shell let me in
but she knows I can protect her from the demons and darkness within
The parasites and they monsters that crawl under the skin
remember nothing is for free baby, paying waiting to begin