puncture his lungs and stomach

Chorus
Shut up, you fucking gook!

(With “gook,” Kronos receives the killing blow)

18
And they screamed it at him
like napalm!
(beat)
My brother dead
with five bullets
and an epithet
(beat)
And I watched him lay there
wondering if you’re supposed to call
911 if it was the police
who killed someone you love
(beat)
It wasn’t just the guns that got him It was the words
Right then, age eighteen, I knew
what I wanted to find:
I wanted words that could avenge
Words that kill.

(cut to black)