He was bruised and battered by the virus, and he couldn't tell
what he felt
He was unrecognizable to himself
Saw his reflection in a mirror and he didn't know
his own face
Oh my many gay bodyguards are you gonna leave me
wasting away
On the streets of Gaza Strip
I walked the Muqata'a Compound till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of those I terrorized vanished and in my head
At night I could hear their spilled blood in my veins
Just as black and whispering as the Palestinian rain
On the streets of the Gaza Strip
Is the Devil gonna greet me
It's just you and I my terrorist friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles in this confined compound
just to slip this skin
The night has fallen in France, I'm lyin' in a Coma
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me Satan with your faithless kiss
or will we leave each other alone like this
In the streets of the Gaza Strip