Two Minutes to Midnight

[00:29.74] Kill for gain or shoot to maim
[00:31.57] But we don't need a reason
[00:34.28] The Golden Goose is on the lose
[00:37.08] And never out of season
[00:39.73] Some blackened pride burns inside
[00:42.43] This shell of bloody treason
[00:45.18] Here's my gun for the barrel of fun
[00:46.96] For the love of the living death
[00:49.62] The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
[00:55.17] The glamor, the fortune, the pain
[00:59.62] G o to war again, blood is freedom stain
[01:05.06] But don't you pray for soul anymore.
[01:09.50] 2 minutes to midnight
[01:14.97] The hands that threaten doom
[01:20.33] 2 minutes to midnight
[01:24.86] To kill the unborn in the womb
[01:34.06] The blind men shout, let the creatures out
[01:43.01] We'll show the unbelievers
[01:45.79] The NAPALM screams of humans flames
[01:47.53] Of a prime time Betson feast yeah!
[01:50.22] As the reasons for carnage cut their meat and lick they gravy
[01:54.77] We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies
[02:00.12] 2 minutes to midnight
[02:26.33] The hands that threaten doom
[02:30.94] 2 minutes to midnight
[02:36.33] To kill the unborn in the womb
[03:41.59] The body bags and the little rags of children torn in two
[04:22.30] And the jellied brains of those who remains to put finger right on you
[04:27.69] As the Madman play on words and makes us all dance to their song
[04:32.16] To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun
[04:37.56] The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
[04:42.03] The glamor, the fortune, the pain
[04:47.44] G o to war again, blood is freedom stain
[04:52.04] But don't you pray for soul anymore.
[04:57.42] 2 minutes to midnight
[05:02.87] The hands that threaten doom
[05:08.28] 2 minutes to midnight
[05:12.90] To kill the unborn in the womb
[05:18.34] Midnight, midnight, is all night
[05:27.30] Midnight, midnight, is all night
[05:37.27] Midnight, is all night
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