verse 1

those blinds
in the daylight
hands in the air
i tried

yin-yang
black-white
god be with you
i tried

chorus

but every nation
deserves its ruler,
and every generation
turns into a boomer.

there is no justice,
just as there is no truth.
here comes the august
to sharpen its tooth

verse 2

don't believe
what they say
it's a battle of crap
for prayers

their revolt
is comical.
this violence is
psychological.

not taking
either side
i'm with the few
i tried

the filth
of my soul
is a mirror of
this world

chorus

but every nation
deserves its ruler,
and every generation
turns into a boomer.

there is no justice,
just as there is no truth.
here comes the august
to sharpen its tooth

outro

i'm tired of fighting,
and tired of looking for hope in other people. yeah!
i no longer believe in anyone's promises.
this place is always shrouded in darkness,
and i'm not sure it can ever be dispelled. yeah!