| Song | Demand the impossible |
| Artist | Misery Index |
| Album | Retaliate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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! |
| zuo qu : 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! |