He's still sitting in his place
Stuck to me, holding his gun
His hair is styled, that's all he cares about
Coming at me, his chest stuck out
You fucker, you cunt
Where are you going to, Zantout?
You fucker, you cunt
Where are you going to, Zantout?
I'm dying
This is my home, I'm not here to bomb it
He's forgotten the universe and made me his concern
But I hold my tongue since
My mother's tear is more precious than him
And his sister, grandmother, brother, grandfather,
father, uncle (maternal), and uncle (paternal)
His aunt (maternal), uncle (maternal), grandmother, grandfather and uncle (paternal)
I'm dying