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Kill for gain, shoot to maim We dont need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose Never out of season Blackened pride burns inside 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 glamor, 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 Lets show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast 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 killers breed or the demons seed The glamor, 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 Body bags and little rags Of children torn in two The jellied brains of those who remain 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 glamor, 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, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 04:30:25 +0000

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