Gutwound

I hear a distant sound A zipping through the air Don't know what happened A tiny piece of lead has ripped me open Fear, blood, confusion I never anticipated That I'd experience My intestines hanging out Wrong place, wrong time Can't walk, might die As life runs out I try to push it back in I grunt, I howl I scream, I cry I close my eyes As death draws near I take the pain Raise a cross, carve my name There is no doubt Gutwound, I'm bleeding out I take the pain Wish it had pierced my brain I'm out of luck It's a gutwound, I'm fucked It's a gutwound, I'm fucked The putrid smell fills the air A mix of shit and blood I regurgitate what's left inside Propped up upon my rifle Uncertain, delirious Hard to understand That this is it, my final breath My body turned inside out Wrong place, wrong time Can't walk, might die As life runs out I try to push it back in I grunt, I howl I scream, I cry I close my eyes Death is here I take the pain Raise a cross, carve my name There is no doubt Gutwound, I'm bleeding out I take the pain Wish it had pierced my brain I'm out of luck It's a gutwound, I'm fucked Incomprehensible Skin cut open, guts are hanging out If I don't bleed to death The infections will surely finish me off So this is it My final moment My fate To die, writhing in pain Relief, as the reaper hits me with his scythe I accept this fate, just wish that I would fucking die I begin to fade away, my body starts to feel so cold Just another G.I Joe, with a hole in my stomach and a tag on my toe