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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