Faux Metal Jacket

Faux Metal Jacket

How do you expect to
kill the enemy, if you
can't even kill yourself?

Says the sergeant to the
private - publicly 

Field-stripping his noose,
Gomez is 
already on the floor

Always bad with knots,
he had a lot to untie

In a room full of guns,
he still chose 
an extension chord

Which is a certain brand
of bravery, I've
long-since come to envy

Suicide's the right idea,
but the wrong aim

Of course they'd
pin the blame 
on him for this

Fuck,
none of us are ever
getting out of here
                         alive

A bonafide blood-in,
blood-out type 
of situation

- And the rope barely 
even begins
to break the skin