Tytuł: Prod

• Wykonawca: Mudvayne
• Wyświetleń: 337

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
  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
  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
  
  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