Lyrics:

System the crocked cross the code yellow star machinery of death will grind the trains keep on rolling both nearby and far the cargo is of Abrahams kind Gasping for air in the stench and the heat losing track of the number of days only the cramped space keeps people afeet while all hope vanishes like a haze All comes to hault and the doors slam wide open then all are called out on the ground a sweet sour smell fills all lungs on the platform the roar of the death machine sounds Phallos of death giant chimneys arise spewing ashes and fire way high the disciplin of racial purity the code by which you all fuckin' must die Distinguish to Kill Distinguish to Kill Shiny black leather boots peaked caps in grey sporting the deaths head mean grin yellow star patch and pink triangle displayed numbers inked into bear skin Rows of barbed wire high voltaged in miles ensurance to kill all last hope the only way out of this hell is to go through the chimney like thick burning smoke Burning the bodies the owens glow white as the heat cracks the skulls open wide bodily human fluids joins the melted fat running down the collecting pipes Now grinding the piles of burned bones to powder the system perfected and complete all to attain and remain in purity racialy the wheels turn in deaths industry