Prod Lyrics - L.d. 50 - Mudvayne

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