2 Minutes to Midnight / Aces High

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 glamor, 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 machines and feed them with our babies The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed The glamor, 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 glamor, 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 Midnight, all night

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

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There goes the siren that warns of the air raid, then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we’ve got to get airborne, got to get up for the coming attack Jump in the cockpit and start up the engine, remove all the wheel blocks there’s no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway, gotta get airborne before it’s too late Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Won’t you run? Live to fly, fly to live Aces high Move into fire at the mainstream of bombers, let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin round and come in behind them, move to their blindsides and firing again Bandits at eight o’clock move in behind us, ten ME-109’s out of the sun Ascending and turning our Spitfires to face them, heading straight for them I press down my guns Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Won’t you run? Live to fly, fly to live Aces high

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

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