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