He blindly runs, with justice in mind
So adolescent, he forgets the mines

Brothers in arms, get pinned down with force
But he just hopes, they’ll watch him inspire

Watch him get blasted, along with his dream
To bring us justice and institute peace

A mortal wound, too shocking to see
Fragments and tissue

Broken, bleeding and in pain

Applying pressure to his belly
To keep his gut from spilling out
Red stained and dilated

Attempting to close the wound
Flesh, hemorrhage and dirt
He is trying to close the wound

Hopelеss act of self wound closure

Who do you think you are
A bullеtproof hero
As you can see your situation
Is laid waste to zero

Others advance, they leave him behind
A shot of morphine to get through the grind

A burning question that begs for an answer
Heaven or hell, for this type of mess

This small decision, is not his to make
Victims of war, it’s your turn to take

Remember when his justice was swift
He did not spare you, but went for the weak

Applying pressure to his belly
To keep his gut from spilling out
Red stained and dilated

Sit down and rot
Moronic figure

The pain n’ shame
Of playing the game

Flesh blood and guts
Look there’s a liver