To kill the unborn in the womb 2 Minutes To Midnight Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we dont need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Heres my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killers breed or the Demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain Dont you pray for my soul anymore? 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout Let the creatures out Well show the unbelievers. The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The killers breed or the Demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain Dont you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. The killers breed or the Demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain Dont you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. Midnight Midnight Midnight Its all night Midnight Midnight Midnight Its all night
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 00:17:31 +0000
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