B.D. Energy

*almost 2 minutes to midnight* (?)
Posted March, 2020. One of my first takes at showing you how I do the samethingwiththesamething, whatevering & how I reach #ORGASM ~ Not much has changed since then. Hundreds of videos & media pieces through which I tried to reach… Who?
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Not for money, not for free, honey.
Nu e mare filozofie, nu e chiar nimic.
[Brainwash/Trauma NOT love~]
Nimic nu te va face sa te simti mai bine

https://youtu.be/G08WF_oKRnA

Cum pot aprecia ce inseamna cu adevarat cateva secunde, cand eu nici macar 10 minute inr-o zi nu pot face ce vreau 🙂

Nimeni nu e fericit.
Nimeni.

Fericirea mea nu e tranzactionabila.
,

~
[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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?

[Chorus]
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom

2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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?

[Chorus]
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

[Instrumental break/guitar solo]

[Verse 3]
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


[Pre-Chorus]
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?

[Chorus]
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

[Outro]
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It’s all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It’s all night

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