State Of Fear

Six to twelve on the clock of doom
It's six to twelve in the ticking room
Six to twelve to the almighty fire

Six to twelve in these days of doom
It's six to twelve 'till the mighty fume
Six to twelve 'till the nuclear attack

Will we blow up Mother Earth
Enforce pestilence and dearth

Building a state of fear
Creating our destiny
For whom and for what is it for

Living in a state of fear
With no place for harmony
For whom and for what is it for

Six to twelve and it's getting late
It's six to twelve on this dratted date
Six to twelve and it's getting unsafe

Six to twelve on the doomsday clock
Six more minutes 'till the final shock
Six more minutes 'till we are no more alive