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
!@%& we $#&@ed 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