Grenade in the Hand

Your arm was connected to a grenade
There is no more hand, only the grenade
in blood
And its started countdown! You will be killed
by the mutational mechanism
Made of your flesh.

Your hand became the material
of which bomb is made of!
And you are the material for the experiment!
Run wherever you want, you have some seconds

Blood trickles on the floor from
the ugly mechanism
The grenade was made of the hand
Now you will be blasted out!

See ya in Pittsburgh!