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