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...