- published: 07 Apr 2017
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Prod or PROD may refer to:
El Niño /ɛl ˈniːnjoʊ/ (Spanish pronunciation: [el ˈniɲo]) is the warm phase of the El Niño Southern Oscillation (commonly called ENSO) and is associated with a band of warm ocean water that develops in the central and east-central equatorial Pacific (between approximately the International Date Line and 120°W), including off the Pacific coast of South America. El Niño Southern Oscillation refers to the cycle of warm and cold temperatures, as measured by sea surface temperature, SST, of the tropical central and eastern Pacific Ocean. El Niño is accompanied by high air pressure in the western Pacific and low air pressure in the eastern Pacific. The cool phase of ENSO is called "La Niña" with SST in the eastern Pacific below average and air pressures high in the eastern and low in western Pacific. The ENSO cycle, both El Niño and La Niña, causes global changes of both temperatures and rainfall. Mechanisms that cause the oscillation remain under study.
Developing countries dependent upon agriculture and fishing, particularly those bordering the Pacific Ocean, are the most affected. In Spanish, the capitalized term "El Niño" refers to the Child Jesus, so named because the pool of warm water in the Pacific near South America is often at its warmest around Christmas. "La Niña", chosen as the 'opposite' of El Niño, literally translates to "the girl child".
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, its 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 too 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.
Its too late to save us from ourselves,
Its too late to make it all go away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother
Its 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