STANDING ON
THE BEACH
WITH A GUN
IN MY HAND
STARING AT
THE SEA
STARING AT
THE SAND
STARING DOWN
THE BARREL
AT THE ARAB ON
THE GROUND
I CAN SEE HIS
OPEN MOUTH
BUT I HEAR
NO SOUND
I'M ALIVE
I'M DEAD
I'M THE STRANGER
KILLING AN ARAB
I CAN TURN
AND WALK AWAY
OR I CAN FIRE
THE GUN
STARING AT
THE SKY
STARING AT
THE SUN
WHICHEVER I CHOSE
IT AMOUNTS TO
THE SAME
ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING
I'M ALIVE
I'M DEAD
I'M THE STRANGER
KILLING AN ARAB
I FEEL THE STEEL
BUTT JUMP
SMOOTH IN
MY HAND
STARING AT
THE SEA
STARING AT
THE SAND
STARING AT MYSELF
REFLECTED IN
THE EYES
OF THE DEAD MAN
ON THE BEACH
THE DEAD MAN
ON THE BEACH
I'M ALIVE
I'M DEAD
I'M THE STRANGER
KILLING AN ARAB