2 Minutes To Midnight
Kill for gain or shoot to maimBut we don’t need a reasonThe Golden Goose is on the looseAnd never out of season.Blackened pride still burns insideThis shell of bloody treasonHere’s my gun for a barrel of funFor the love of living death
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seedThe glamour, the fortune, the painGo to war again, blood is freedom’s stainDon’t you pray for my soul anymore2 minutes to midnightThe hands that threaten doom2 minutes to midnightTo kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout let the creatures outWe’ll show the unbelievers,The Napalm screams of human flamesOf a prime time Belsen feast, yeahAs the reasons for the carnage cut their meatand lick the gravyWe oil the jaws of the war machineand feed it with our babies.
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seedThe glamour, the fortune, the painGo to war again, blood is freedom’s stainDon’t you pray for my soul anymore2 minutes to midnightThe hands that threaten doom2 minutes to midnightTo kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little rags of childrentorn in two,And the jellied brains of those who remainto put the finger right on youAs the madmen play on words and make us alldance to their song,To the tune of starving millionsto make a better kind of gun.
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seedThe glamour, the fortune, the painGo to war again, blood is freedom’s stainDon’t you pray for my soul anymore2 minutes to midnightThe hands that threaten doom2 minutes to midnightTo kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight... midnight... midnight... It's all nightMidnight... midnight... midnight... It's all night