| Song | History is rotten |
| Artist | Misery Index |
| Album | Retaliate |
| 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 |
| 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 |