I am the gas chamber, the cause of your demise.
I wonder what you think of me when you walk inside.
I hear the screams coming from unimaginable things.
I see the Jews, the criminals, the giant striped weaklings.
I want to see them all perish, hearing every cry.
I am the gas chamber, the cause of your demise.

I pretend it is a giant game, and I have won it all.
I feel joy in seeing it happen with no regret at all.
I touch the Jews inside me with gas, feeling it flow through their snouts
I worry what will happen to me when we run all out.
I cry tears of gas; one that flows through their insides.
I am the gas chamber, the cause of your demise.

I understand the truth behind the many Crystal Nights.
I say I don’t like the Jews, the Nazis are all right.
I dream of a world with Aryans to rule: the superior race.
I try, with gas, to make the Fatherland a better place.
I hope to see them all perish, hear the Jews every cry.
I am the gas chamber, the cause of your demise.