Generation doom (count me out)

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...