Song | The unbridgeable chasm |
Artist | Misery Index |
Album | Retaliate |
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作曲 : Netherton | |
These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in | |
days | |
move and shift as we cross the Styx (and the carnival slips out of town) | |
Past ideas never did us anything- the rolling stone of progress | |
Flattened us | |
we move and shift as the Rubicon laps at the fast of the masses that never | |
return. | |
You quench your thirst with ashes | |
you plant your seeds in send | |
and watch as weeds devour... | |
You pride these institutions that glorify disease | |
one thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived | |
you can't get there from here | |
the beaten path's a dead end road | |
burning bridges coming down again | |
We hope and pray for a leader to come | |
our 'new world man' realized- is the jackel enthroned with his suit and phone | |
the financial demon's arrived | |
hyps and praise for the avaricious way | |
all sacrifices must be made | |
get in line and put the noose on your neck | |
there's plenty of rope for us all | |
You think you make the difference | |
yet you ingest their gruel | |
and reek with stench of profit... | |
The crowd is shifting | |
the target's getting closer | |
the bastard smiles with his sinister grin | |
it's retribution | |
no mercy ever given...the wolf is howling as the sheep devour. |
zuo qu : Netherton | |
These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in | |
days | |
move and shift as we cross the Styx and the carnival slips out of town | |
Past ideas never did us anything the rolling stone of progress | |
Flattened us | |
we move and shift as the Rubicon laps at the fast of the masses that never | |
return. | |
You quench your thirst with ashes | |
you plant your seeds in send | |
and watch as weeds devour... | |
You pride these institutions that glorify disease | |
one thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived | |
you can' t get there from here | |
the beaten path' s a dead end road | |
burning bridges coming down again | |
We hope and pray for a leader to come | |
our ' new world man' realized is the jackel enthroned with his suit and phone | |
the financial demon' s arrived | |
hyps and praise for the avaricious way | |
all sacrifices must be made | |
get in line and put the noose on your neck | |
there' s plenty of rope for us all | |
You think you make the difference | |
yet you ingest their gruel | |
and reek with stench of profit... | |
The crowd is shifting | |
the target' s getting closer | |
the bastard smiles with his sinister grin | |
it' s retribution | |
no mercy ever given... the wolf is howling as the sheep devour. |
zuò qǔ : Netherton | |
These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in | |
days | |
move and shift as we cross the Styx and the carnival slips out of town | |
Past ideas never did us anything the rolling stone of progress | |
Flattened us | |
we move and shift as the Rubicon laps at the fast of the masses that never | |
return. | |
You quench your thirst with ashes | |
you plant your seeds in send | |
and watch as weeds devour... | |
You pride these institutions that glorify disease | |
one thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived | |
you can' t get there from here | |
the beaten path' s a dead end road | |
burning bridges coming down again | |
We hope and pray for a leader to come | |
our ' new world man' realized is the jackel enthroned with his suit and phone | |
the financial demon' s arrived | |
hyps and praise for the avaricious way | |
all sacrifices must be made | |
get in line and put the noose on your neck | |
there' s plenty of rope for us all | |
You think you make the difference | |
yet you ingest their gruel | |
and reek with stench of profit... | |
The crowd is shifting | |
the target' s getting closer | |
the bastard smiles with his sinister grin | |
it' s retribution | |
no mercy ever given... the wolf is howling as the sheep devour. |