Fear this hate. Fear this doomsday

Terror rise defines the times

All that is sacred is now declined

A loss of feeling, a sense of threat

Push to an end into the darkness ahead

Closing in, the hands of time

7 minutes before the end of our lives

The die is cast, the scene is set

7 minutes to breathe our last breath

Live on borrowed time, feel the fear in me

Future, past, all is fading, warped reality

Nation against nation, corporation versus corporation

How much more for power? Hands tick towards devastation

As minutes pass we keep on dancing on our graves

Doomsday

As nation die we slowly move towards our doom