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