Generation Doom (Count Me Out) Songtext
von 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...