Song | History is rotten |
Artist | Misery Index |
Album | Retaliate |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Netherton | |
Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives... | |
As evidence of times before | |
in chapters long forgotten | |
the reotting tombs of history are written by the victors | |
empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave | |
no traces of the toiler's fate (just one massacre to many-and none too late) | |
All glory comes from death | |
desensitized in unreal fiction forms | |
our leaders never die- it's the working poor that fight their wars | |
It is written? It is rotten- their truth is dead and rotting | |
With decades passing and nothing changing | |
the hourglass grows empty again | |
tunnel visions and career clowns | |
send ivory towers crumbling down | |
the pulse is fading | |
the axe is falling | |
another tragedy unfolds | |
the moral standard | |
the status quote | |
the carcasses of millions left in their wake | |
The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers will burn just | |
like all empires that have come before | |
500 years dead...cold and efficient they carry out their plan-indoctrinate | |
the youth to the textbook wasteland | |
as patriots empowered | |
they coronate themselves | |
breed us on their lies | |
and they feed us to the wolves |
zuo qu : Netherton | |
Sleepwalking through our spoonfed lives... | |
As evidence of times before | |
in chapters long forgotten | |
the reotting tombs of history are written by the victors | |
empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave | |
no traces of the toiler' s fate just one massacre to manyand none too late | |
All glory comes from death | |
desensitized in unreal fiction forms | |
our leaders never die it' s the working poor that fight their wars | |
It is written? It is rotten their truth is dead and rotting | |
With decades passing and nothing changing | |
the hourglass grows empty again | |
tunnel visions and career clowns | |
send ivory towers crumbling down | |
the pulse is fading | |
the axe is falling | |
another tragedy unfolds | |
the moral standard | |
the status quote | |
the carcasses of millions left in their wake | |
The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers will burn just | |
like all empires that have come before | |
500 years dead... cold and efficient they carry out their planindoctrinate | |
the youth to the textbook wasteland | |
as patriots empowered | |
they coronate themselves | |
breed us on their lies | |
and they feed us to the wolves |
zuò qǔ : Netherton | |
Sleepwalking through our spoonfed lives... | |
As evidence of times before | |
in chapters long forgotten | |
the reotting tombs of history are written by the victors | |
empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave | |
no traces of the toiler' s fate just one massacre to manyand none too late | |
All glory comes from death | |
desensitized in unreal fiction forms | |
our leaders never die it' s the working poor that fight their wars | |
It is written? It is rotten their truth is dead and rotting | |
With decades passing and nothing changing | |
the hourglass grows empty again | |
tunnel visions and career clowns | |
send ivory towers crumbling down | |
the pulse is fading | |
the axe is falling | |
another tragedy unfolds | |
the moral standard | |
the status quote | |
the carcasses of millions left in their wake | |
The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers will burn just | |
like all empires that have come before | |
500 years dead... cold and efficient they carry out their planindoctrinate | |
the youth to the textbook wasteland | |
as patriots empowered | |
they coronate themselves | |
breed us on their lies | |
and they feed us to the wolves |