Emotions inside us troubling,
The hatred inside us escalating,
The sickness inside us keeps you weak,
The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding,
The calling inside us sick with greed,
The voices calling to us deafening were not listening
Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Swat at the flies omit disgust
The leaders inside us posturing,
The pollution inside of us suffocating me,
The science inside us menacing
The will thats inside of us its dying end is coming
Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess
Wash me off inside, wash me off inside
Were killing ourselves killers
Goddamn we fucked up the circumstance,
Too late to save us from ourselves,
Callous minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to give a damn now
Too late to save us from ourselves, too late to make it all go
away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother, too late to give a damn
Now well sit and wait
Wait wait for the coming. of the end
Wait for the coming the killing the ending the plight of man
Deserving no mercy expelling by gods hand,
Its okay the ending its over no more pain .
Emotion the hatred the sickness the calling
Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Swat at the flies omit disgust
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess
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