2 Minutes to Midnight
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 glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But 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 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 killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But 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 glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But 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... it's all night Midnight... midnight... midnight... it's all night Midnight... all night!
Submitted by The Void — Jul 21, 2026
In the heat of the morning... when your day is still dawning And your bird, she's singing... Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away Packed your bags in a hurry... because your mind's in a worry Mark my words, you're gonna be sorry... if you ever fly away Sweet little girl with the Saint Da Vinci-smile Stares at me with sadness in her eyes I'm not sure if she's really real or make-believe Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me 'Cause I'm so tired, yes, I'm so tired So tired, yes, I'm so tired In the heat of the morning... when your day is still dawning And your bird, she's singing... Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away
Submitted by The Void — Jul 21, 2026