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Emotions inside us troubling
The hatred inside us escalating
The sickness inside us keeps us 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 neck
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 it's dying end is coming
Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the neck
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess
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 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 neck
Swat at the flies omit disgust
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess
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