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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. Too late to save us from ourselves, Too late to make it all go away, Too late to beg the pardons from the mother, 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 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.