Prod

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



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

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



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