Lyrics
The sickness inside us keeps you weak, goddamn we fucked up the circumstance
wash me off inside
wash me off inside
Emotion the hatred the sickness the calling, line up cattle and cut the necks
Wait for the coming the killing the ending the plight of man, line up cattle and cut the necks
It s okay the ending it s over no more pain, wait for the coming the killing the ending the plight of man, callous minds against trust and confidence
deserving no mercy expelling by god s hand
drain us of life and cleanse the mess
The hatred inside us escalating, the masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding, emotions inside us troubling
Line up cattle and cut the necks, cannot receive the obvious Mudvayne, wait wait for the coming
The leaders inside us posturing, the sickness inside us keeps you weak, the leaders inside us posturing
Life and cleanse the mess, line up cattle and cut the necks
Wash me off inside, emotions inside us troubling, the sickness inside us keeps you weak
Too late to give a damn now, we re killing ourselves killers, drain us of life and cleanse the mess
Deserving no mercy expelling by god s hand, the will that s inside of us its dying end is coming
Too late to make it all go, the science inside us menacing Prod, the voices calling to us deafening we re not listening
Wash me off inside, the pollution inside of us suffocating me
Cannot receive the obvious, wash me off inside, too late to save us from ourselves
cannot receive the obvious
Swat at the flies omit disgust, emotions inside us troubling, wait wait for the coming
The science inside us menacing, the hatred inside us escalating
Swat at the flies omit disgust, now we ll sit and wait, too late to save us from ourselves
It s okay the ending it s over no more pain, too late to save us from ourselves
The calling inside us sick with greed, too late to make it all go, the will that s inside of us its dying end is coming
too late to give a damn
Too late to save us from ourselves, the voices calling to us deafening we re not listening
the will that s inside of us its dying end is coming
Too late to give a damn now, too late to give a damn now, the voices calling to us deafening we re not listening
too late to make it all go
swat at the flies omit disgust
line up cattle and cut the necks
too late to beg pardons from the mother
Life and cleanse the mess, the will that s inside of us its dying end is coming, the hatred inside us escalating