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Gas chambers aren't as lethal

As a bullet lodged in your head

Bodies piling high like the mountains

Firing squads, raining death

Prisoners disposable livestock

Slaughtering them, that's my job

It's my choice to pick how to do it

Too many options to pick one

Perish before the dead

Taste of death

Guns against their heads

Taste of death

Take one last breath

Taste of death

Embrace the taste of death

Submachine gun ought to do the job

Pull the trigger, lead shower

Body drops and fall down to his knees

Blood and soil, fills the scene

Lifeless eyes stare right back into yours

You were taught no remorse

Final prisoner called to the line

They've all ran out of time

Perish before the dead

Taste of death

Guns against their heads

Taste of death

Take one last breath

Taste of death

Embrace the taste of death

Taste of Death

Taste of Death

Taste of Death

Die