Distinguished To Kill

System the crocked crossthe code yellow starmachinery of death will grindthe trains keep on rollingboth nearby and farthe cargo is of Abrahams kindGasping for airin the stench and the heatlosing track of the number of daysonly the cramped spacekeeps people afeetwhile all hope vanishes like a hazeAll comes to haultand the doors slam wide openthen all are called out on the grounda sweet sour smellfills all lungs on the platformthe roar of the death machine soundsPhallos of deathgiant chimneys arisespewing ashes and fire way highthe disciplin of racial puritythe code by which you allfuckin' must dieDistinguish to KillDistinguish to KillShiny black leather bootspeaked caps in greysporting the deaths head mean grinyellow star patchand pink triangle displayednumbers inked into bear skinRows of barbed wirehigh voltaged in milesensurance to kill all last hopethe only way out of this hell is to gothrough the chimneylike thick burning smokeBurning the bodiesthe owens glow whiteas the heat cracks the skulls open widebodily human fluids joins the melted fatrunning down the collecting pipesNow grinding the pilesof burned bones to powderthe system perfected and completeall to attain and remain in purity racialythe wheels turn in deaths industry