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

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