Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on

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
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
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
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, is all night
Midnight, midnight, midnight, is all night

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 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 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 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 , is all night Midnight , midnight , midnight , is all night

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688X1024

Date

Aug 31, 2024

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Studio

Type

cell

Checkpoint & LoRA

SeaArt Infinity

SeaArt Infinity

#Epic Characters

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