Testo 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

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 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


To 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