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 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