Every Bloody Emperor

	作词 : Hammill
	By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
	and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on.
	Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
	and our lords and masters determine to cast us
	in the roles of serfs and slaves
	in the new empire's name.
	Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
	as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.
	Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
	trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
	extends across the screen.
	Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
	till their repetition becomes a dictum
	we're traitors to disbelieve.
	With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
	as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
	the last dregs of imperious disdain
	in the new empire's name.
	Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt
	as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
	Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
	talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
	because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
	so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
	Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
	and the double standards of propaganda
	still all our righteous rage.
	By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
	But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
	we're only serfs and slaves
	as the empire decays.

	zuò cí : Hammill
	By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
	and in justice and parity... all we have is the faith to carry on.
	Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
	and our lords and masters determine to cast us
	in the roles of serfs and slaves
	in the new empire' s name.
	Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
	as he buffs up on his common touch as a getout clause.
	Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter
	trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
	extends across the screen.
	Truth' s been beaten to its knees the lies embed ad infinitum
	till their repetition becomes a dictum
	we' re traitors to disbelieve.
	With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
	as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
	the last dregs of imperious disdain
	in the new empire' s name.
	Yes and every bloody emperor' s got his hands up history' s skirt
	as he poses for posterity over the freshdug dirt.
	Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
	talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
	because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
	so he' ll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.
	Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
	and the double standards of propaganda
	still all our righteous rage.
	By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
	But our faith diminishes close to the finish,
	we' re only serfs and slaves
	as the empire decays.