The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding
The calling inside us sick with greed
The voices calling to us deafening were 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
Cleanse the mess
Cleanse the mess
Cleanse the mess
Cleanse the mess
Wash me off inside wash me off inside
Were killing ourselves
Were killing ourselves
Were killing ourselves killers Goddamn we f**ked 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
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 well 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 gods hand Its okay the ending its over no more pain
No more pain
No more pain
Emotion the hatred the sickness the calling Cannot receive they are the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Swat at the flies omit disgust
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess
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Wait for the coming the killing the ending the plight of man Deserving no mercy expelling by gods hand Its okay the ending its over no more pain