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 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
g*****n we f****d 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