We lay on blood soaked trenches Gas mask on your face Your mission Kill or be Killed So no truth can escape your lips Your dead head, in dead hands Murder System We die again Murder system Mountains of dead Bullets rip open your chest Shrapnel has stolen your breath Your corpse stomped into dust To fuel insatiable lust Your dead head, in dead hands Murder System We die again Murder system Mountains of dead Death shades you since birth Commander has measured your worth Body bags pile to the sky Wrapped in a flag of lies Your dead head, in dead hands Murder System We die again Murder system Mountains of dead