Prod

1. 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.

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Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Swat at the flies omit disgust.

2. 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.

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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

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