(+) 2 Minutes to Midnight (2015 - Remaster)
Kill for gain or shoot to maim but we don’t need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose and never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside, this shell of bloody treason
Here’s my gun for a barrel of fun for the love of living death
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed
The glamor, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t 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, we’ll show the unbelievers
Napalm screams of human flames for 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 machines and feed them with our babies
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed
The glamor, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t 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 killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed
The glamor, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t 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, is all night
Midnight, midnight
Midnight, is all night
Midnight, all night