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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 we're 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 that's 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

We're 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 we'll 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 god's hand,

It's okay the ending it's 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