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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 I guess this dirt is my bed
 So I'll fucking die in it
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 I hope you got what you came for
 Because I refuse to bleed here anymore
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 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