Caught in the long grass, got separated from his company   Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemy   Their uniforms were black not brown, they marched to a different step   But he soon tuned in to their frequency   By shifting up one fret   But the one thing that united them   Was they all had life to give   But it wasn't their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may live   We are sound, we are sound, we are sound      Set them marching, stop them thinking   Psyche them up with your will   Stir them up with frantic rhythm   Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill kill      We are sound we are sound we are sound      Back in human form, skin tight uniform, caught upon the barbed wire   Back in human form, skin tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wire   The wire      We are sound