作曲 : Bystron, Wohnhaas | |
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature | |
and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on. | |
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures | |
and our lords and masters determine to cast us | |
in the roles of serfs and slaves | |
in the new empire's name. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause | |
as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause. | |
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter; | |
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse | |
extends across the screen. | |
Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum | |
till their repetition becomes a dictum | |
we're traitors to disbelieve. | |
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process | |
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us | |
the last dregs of imperious disdain | |
in the new empire's name. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt | |
as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin | |
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within | |
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine | |
so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline. | |
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter | |
and the double standards of propaganda | |
still all our righteous rage. | |
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature. | |
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish, | |
we're only serfs and slaves | |
as the empire decays. |
zuo qu : Bystron, Wohnhaas | |
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature | |
and in justice and parity... all we have is the faith to carry on. | |
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures | |
and our lords and masters determine to cast us | |
in the roles of serfs and slaves | |
in the new empire' s name. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause | |
as he buffs up on his common touch as a getout clause. | |
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter | |
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse | |
extends across the screen. | |
Truth' s been beaten to its knees the lies embed ad infinitum | |
till their repetition becomes a dictum | |
we' re traitors to disbelieve. | |
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process | |
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us | |
the last dregs of imperious disdain | |
in the new empire' s name. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor' s got his hands up history' s skirt | |
as he poses for posterity over the freshdug dirt. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin | |
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within | |
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine | |
so he' ll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline. | |
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter | |
and the double standards of propaganda | |
still all our righteous rage. | |
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature. | |
But our faith diminishes close to the finish, | |
we' re only serfs and slaves | |
as the empire decays. |
zuò qǔ : Bystron, Wohnhaas | |
By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature | |
and in justice and parity... all we have is the faith to carry on. | |
Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures | |
and our lords and masters determine to cast us | |
in the roles of serfs and slaves | |
in the new empire' s name. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause | |
as he buffs up on his common touch as a getout clause. | |
Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter | |
trading primetime insults the imperial impulse | |
extends across the screen. | |
Truth' s been beaten to its knees the lies embed ad infinitum | |
till their repetition becomes a dictum | |
we' re traitors to disbelieve. | |
With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process | |
as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us | |
the last dregs of imperious disdain | |
in the new empire' s name. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor' s got his hands up history' s skirt | |
as he poses for posterity over the freshdug dirt. | |
Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin | |
talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within | |
because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine | |
so he' ll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline. | |
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter | |
and the double standards of propaganda | |
still all our righteous rage. | |
By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature. | |
But our faith diminishes close to the finish, | |
we' re only serfs and slaves | |
as the empire decays. |