Phobia Time 歌词

	作词 : Пушкина Маргарита
	作曲 : Корпусёва Полина
	Crazy trains, crazy towns,
	All the kings lose their crowns,
	All the guns ’ll be unloaded,
	All the thruth ’ll be avoided.
	‘Cause our time is the midnight of slaves,
	Slaves of the abyss of the virtual rave.
	We are the masters of lie
	From the Dark Ages still alive.
	Phobia Time
	With no rhyme,
	Fear of Darkness,
	Fear of Death,
	Fear of Life,
	Everything’s in your mind.
	God or Devil are by your side!
	Metal heads, paper souls,
	Every freak plays his role,
	Every wall has its white doors,
	Every heat hides its own frost.
	Distant lives, distant conflicts,
	Rotten fruits, eaten cornflakes,
	Buried hearts, married lovers,
	Fragile peace, war of power.
	‘Cause our time is the midnight of slaves,
	Slaves of the abyss of the virtual rave.
	We are the masters of lie
	From the Dark Ages still alive.

	zuo ci :
	zuo qu :
	Crazy trains, crazy towns,
	All the kings lose their crowns,
	All the guns ' ll be unloaded,
	All the thruth ' ll be avoided.
	' Cause our time is the midnight of slaves,
	Slaves of the abyss of the virtual rave.
	We are the masters of lie
	From the Dark Ages still alive.
	Phobia Time
	With no rhyme,
	Fear of Darkness,
	Fear of Death,
	Fear of Life,
	Everything' s in your mind.
	God or Devil are by your side!
	Metal heads, paper souls,
	Every freak plays his role,
	Every wall has its white doors,
	Every heat hides its own frost.
	Distant lives, distant conflicts,
	Rotten fruits, eaten cornflakes,
	Buried hearts, married lovers,
	Fragile peace, war of power.
	' Cause our time is the midnight of slaves,
	Slaves of the abyss of the virtual rave.
	We are the masters of lie
	From the Dark Ages still alive.

	zuò cí :
	zuò qǔ :
	Crazy trains, crazy towns,
	All the kings lose their crowns,
	All the guns ' ll be unloaded,
	All the thruth ' ll be avoided.
	' Cause our time is the midnight of slaves,
	Slaves of the abyss of the virtual rave.
	We are the masters of lie
	From the Dark Ages still alive.
	Phobia Time
	With no rhyme,
	Fear of Darkness,
	Fear of Death,
	Fear of Life,
	Everything' s in your mind.
	God or Devil are by your side!
	Metal heads, paper souls,
	Every freak plays his role,
	Every wall has its white doors,
	Every heat hides its own frost.
	Distant lives, distant conflicts,
	Rotten fruits, eaten cornflakes,
	Buried hearts, married lovers,
	Fragile peace, war of power.
	' Cause our time is the midnight of slaves,
	Slaves of the abyss of the virtual rave.
	We are the masters of lie
	From the Dark Ages still alive.

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