Clawjob Slice Me Up
Teeth are clamped down on the bullet
Every nerve I have is hurting
Pour ammonia on my open wound
I can see streams of blood spurting
I want to live to see another day;
This is the only way, so slice me up
Put the scalpel through my filthy skin
Pray to God for no infection
Pull the musket ball from deep within
Shattered bones and torn intestines
I want to live to see another day;
This is the only way, so slice me up
Lying open, my senses reel:
When the body is stressed can the spirit transgress the wounds?
Flying over the battlefield
Am I incorporeal, or is this how it feels to lose massive quantities of blood?
I want to live to see another day;
This is the only way, so slice me up