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 choose

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