Blade In a Bullet Wound

I see the devil in the details

Of another pseudo-saint

Here to rip out the pain

Like a blade in a bullet wound

In a bullet wound

Look deep inside

What do you see?

A seismic loss

In vitality

I know it's hard to find the time to die

When caught between the panels of life and its lies

I guess this dirt is my bed

So I'll fucking lie in it

What's this for?

These open doors I ignore

Or the fact of the matter

I seem to be immune and unable to withdraw

Lie, lie to me

Perpetuate fantasy

I know it's hard to find the time to die

When caught between the panels of life and its lies

I guess this dirt is my bed

So I'll fucking lie in it

I guess this dirt is my bed

So I'll fucking die in it

I hope you got what you came for

Because I refuse to bleed here anymore

So pull on the teeth of the jaws of death

Or cower and hide from the feel of its breath

What if I break?

Disintegrate, maybe

Then I'll find something

In the suffering

Like a blade

In a bullet wound

Another severed limb to ensure survival

Another piece of shit begging for revival, no

Force your exit

Like a blade in a bullet wound