Generation Doom (Count Me Out) - Profane Omen

HE-RI-TACE!

What is left from yesterday?

Only violence and the sense of greed -- I gag!

A shallow world where crises are solved with a sum of all our fears…

There’s too many problems now;

we’re at the point of no return (dead end now)

We’re forced to look the other away, while all this decays…

Poisoned by this need to kneel…

I wash my face with filth, confession incomplete

And I leave this place in fires, hoping it’ll learn someday

A future where handguns are leading the way is something I can’t take,

bang bang!

Traditions of a culture buried under the agony of men…

It’s a race of self-destruction -- who can beat the odds?

And we can read our names in today’s obituary…

Poisoned by this need to kneel…

I wash my face with filth, confession incomplete

And I leave this place in fires, hoping it’ll learn someday

COUNT, ME, OUT (from this abomination)

Drained out…

I keep on washing my face with filth this confession’s left incomplete

And I leave this place in fires, in fires…

And hope you will learn someday…