Take your reason Place your bet, boys Forget the bloodstains, remember your vision It's all on your back now, slave It's all in your trigger finger You are now the witness of a country's pride Take it to the not-believers It's your god-given right [?] redemption Can you take the screams? When they get stuck in your ears? Slave! Master! The job gets done for the good of the masses Salvation's a corpse with a morning child Salvation's your leader Burning out the miles You are now the witness of a country's pride Take it to the not-believers It's your god-given right [?] redemption Can you take the screams, boy? When they get stuck in your ears? "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "Yes sir, I will" "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "Yes sir, I will" "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "I'm a machine" "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "Trained to kill" "Such a fucking machine" "Waaaahhh!"