Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason Golden Goose is on the looseAnd never out of seasonBlackened pride still burns insideThis shell of bloody treasonHere's my gun for a barrel of funFor the love of living deathThe killer's breed or the Demon's seed,The glamour, the fortune, the pain,Go to war again, blood is freedom's stainDon'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.