2 Minutes To Midnight (experiment Yeah)

Can't forget your shit to me, we don't need no reason

Gold and gold, it's time to lose, never out of season

Black and bright, stills pour inside the shell of bloody treason

Here's my gun for the part of fun, for the love and living dead

The killer's breed, under the moon scene

The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is free

Don't stay, don't you pray for my soul anymore

Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom, yeah

Two minutes to midnight to kill the outlaw in the womb

The machine, oh, let these creatures out

We show the unbeliever

Nipple screens of human slaves

For primetime bills and fees, yeah

And reasons for the carnage

Cut them, mutilate the gravy

We are the jaws of the war machine

Feed the widow babies, the killer's breed, all the demons see, the glamour, the fortune, the pain.

Go to war again, blood is free, don't stay, don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Two minutes to midnight, the hands that threaten doom

Two minutes to midnight, to kill the Emperor with the womb

The body bags, the little rags of children torn in two

To celebrate the ones who remain, they put their fingers right on you

And the madmen play on words and make us dance to their songs

Till they turn us deaf in minutes to make a better kind of gun

The killers breed all the demons in

The glamour, the fortune, the pain

Go to war again, blood is free, don't stay

Don't you pray for my soul anymore

Two minutes to midnight

The hands, the trade-off, do you?

Two minutes to midnight

to kill the woman with the white midnight midnight is all right

midnight midnight night is all right yeah all right