Emotion inside us, troubling
The hatred inside us, escalating
The sickness inside us keeps you weak
The masses inside of us suffering, they are bleedin'
The calling inside us, sick with greed
The voices calling to us, deafening
We're not listenin'!
Cannot receive the obvious!
Line up cattle, and cut the neck!
Swat at the flies amid 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 comin'!
Cannot receive the obvious!
Line up cattle, and cut the neck!
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess!
Cleanse the mess... Cleanse the mess...
Cleanse the mess... Cleanse the mess!
Wash me off inside... Wash me off inside!
We're killing ourselves... We're killing ourselves...
We're killing ourselves... Killers!
Goddamn, we fucked-up the circumstance!
Too late to save us from ourselves!
A callous mind's 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...
It's too late to save us from ourselves
It's too late to make it all go away
It's too late to beg the pardons from the mother
It's too late to give a damn... Now, I'll sit and wait
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...
No more pain... 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 amid disgust!
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess
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