Lyrics

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" (x8) (4th and 7th "yes sir i will" = "*trained to kill*", 6th "yes sir i Will"= "i'm a machine", 8th "yes i will"= "*waaaahhh*!!!" *note: ' = unknown syllable * = at the same time as next line