| Song | The unbridgeable chasm |
| Artist | Misery Index |
| Album | Retaliate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |