look at the new machines
standing in their ranks
all lack humanity
killers strictly trained
showing no emotion
no feeling for their foe
the supply will never end
off to war they go
chorus
kill—wading through the bodies
kill—running through the streets
kill—trained and committed
kill—our enemies
recruit the rough product
the brave -n- gung ho
tread upon those who die
the weak -n- the slow
only men with dark desires
make this company
drilled and fierce, away they’re sent
to kill our enemies
chorus
gather the killers, give the orders, a massive show of force
throw them in the face of death, they kill with no remorse
send them in against all odds, let warfare take it’s course
forget the dead, ignore the wounded, this is the rule of war
the new blood!
the new blood!
