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