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 Black and white still burns inside this shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a marathon, 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 freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind may shout, but the creature's out We'll show the unbelievers Knee-prone screens of human flames For a prime time bells and feast, yeah As the reasons for the carnage Cut their meat and liquor the grieving 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 freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight Two minutes to midnight My body bags and little rags I'm children torn in two And the jelly brains of those who remain They put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words And make a song that ends 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 freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two 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