"Prod" Lyrics

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 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
The ending
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