Song | Demand the Impossible |
Artist | Misery Index |
Album | Pulling Out the Nails |
作曲 : Netherton | |
Each man can make their difference in life (if someone would even try) for | |
each of us lies rotting dead | |
Our ideas will never die | |
One man can start this fire | |
A second can feed the flames | |
All of the rest can foreward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself | |
alive | |
Our frustrations | |
give it to them | |
together as one...what we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy | |
in time | |
the pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we're fed | |
throughout our lives | |
what chance to fight together? | |
What chance to tear this world apart? | |
Power's drived in numbers | |
and numbers are what we have | |
yet you complain and choose to abstain | |
when we could be fighting back | |
vultures will encircle with propaganda streams | |
laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst. | |
This is why we're living- for spirits | |
life | |
and blood | |
and as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite | |
humanity's weapon | |
each life's a sharpened blade | |
but we're hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses | |
to death | |
To climb up off your knees | |
and fight for something real...out into the streets of ruined cities they | |
will come | |
the bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win | |
with colors running black and red on hope for future days | |
a call forever heard...vae victis! |
zuò qǔ : Netherton | |
Each man can make their difference in life if someone would even try for | |
each of us lies rotting dead | |
Our ideas will never die | |
One man can start this fire | |
A second can feed the flames | |
All of the rest can foreward the line let bourgeois culture burn itself | |
alive | |
Our frustrations | |
give it to them | |
together as one... what we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy | |
in time | |
the pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we' re fed | |
throughout our lives | |
what chance to fight together? | |
What chance to tear this world apart? | |
Power' s drived in numbers | |
and numbers are what we have | |
yet you complain and choose to abstain | |
when we could be fighting back | |
vultures will encircle with propaganda streams | |
laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst. | |
This is why we' re living for spirits | |
life | |
and blood | |
and as sure as the sun will bury the night we will feed our appetite | |
humanity' s weapon | |
each life' s a sharpened blade | |
but we' re hammered dull till nothing is left and fed on bread and circuses | |
to death | |
To climb up off your knees | |
and fight for something real... out into the streets of ruined cities they | |
will come | |
the bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win | |
with colors running black and red on hope for future days | |
a call forever heard... vae victis! |