Prod

Prod

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 neck
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
It's dying, end is coming

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
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
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 we'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, DNA
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 omit disgust
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess