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 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
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 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 Mad Men 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 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