| 作曲 : Paul Gala/PHFAT/James Deacon | |
| 作词 : Paul Gala/Mia van Wyk | |
| You ran with the wrong crowds | |
| You got spat out | |
| By a small town | |
| You gave your heart on a platter | |
| But that didn’t matter | |
| You were only a number | |
| And when the wolves came knocking | |
| Bloodthirsty and circling | |
| The world cracked you open | |
| They took your foundation | |
| You found no salvation | |
| In the ones who held themselves | |
| Holy | |
| They don’t matter now | |
| Who are “they”? | |
| Unholy | |
| Pretty painted graves | |
| Nothing more | |
| Unholy | |
| They love watching you | |
| When you fall | |
| Unholy | |
| One day you’ll be free | |
| They’ll still be | |
| Unholy | |
| Keep these horrors hidden | |
| Underneath your thick skin | |
| Don’t you ever let them | |
| In | |
| Keep your head | |
| Above the waves | |
| Hold your heart | |
| So it won’t break | |
| Don’t you ever let them | |
| Win | |
| PHFAT RAP: | |
| They don't really matter much, they never did | |
| Holy don't mean shit to me | |
| Holy don’t mean | |
| ‘Cos evil is as evil does, | |
| And evil ain't much except each of us | |
| And blood red hand scream "Catch the ****s!" | |
| Lies feed fools and we eat them up. | |
| Try speak truth but we're too damn scared | |
| We try see through shit. Cool that fear. | |
| We might seem neutral, pull that move | |
| Baby I'm just evil like you... |
| zuo qu : Paul Gala PHFAT James Deacon | |
| zuo ci : Paul Gala Mia van Wyk | |
| You ran with the wrong crowds | |
| You got spat out | |
| By a small town | |
| You gave your heart on a platter | |
| But that didn' t matter | |
| You were only a number | |
| And when the wolves came knocking | |
| Bloodthirsty and circling | |
| The world cracked you open | |
| They took your foundation | |
| You found no salvation | |
| In the ones who held themselves | |
| Holy | |
| They don' t matter now | |
| Who are " they"? | |
| Unholy | |
| Pretty painted graves | |
| Nothing more | |
| Unholy | |
| They love watching you | |
| When you fall | |
| Unholy | |
| One day you' ll be free | |
| They' ll still be | |
| Unholy | |
| Keep these horrors hidden | |
| Underneath your thick skin | |
| Don' t you ever let them | |
| In | |
| Keep your head | |
| Above the waves | |
| Hold your heart | |
| So it won' t break | |
| Don' t you ever let them | |
| Win | |
| PHFAT RAP: | |
| They don' t really matter much, they never did | |
| Holy don' t mean shit to me | |
| Holy don' t mean | |
| ' Cos evil is as evil does, | |
| And evil ain' t much except each of us | |
| And blood red hand scream " Catch the s! " | |
| Lies feed fools and we eat them up. | |
| Try speak truth but we' re too damn scared | |
| We try see through shit. Cool that fear. | |
| We might seem neutral, pull that move | |
| Baby I' m just evil like you. . . |
| zuò qǔ : Paul Gala PHFAT James Deacon | |
| zuò cí : Paul Gala Mia van Wyk | |
| You ran with the wrong crowds | |
| You got spat out | |
| By a small town | |
| You gave your heart on a platter | |
| But that didn' t matter | |
| You were only a number | |
| And when the wolves came knocking | |
| Bloodthirsty and circling | |
| The world cracked you open | |
| They took your foundation | |
| You found no salvation | |
| In the ones who held themselves | |
| Holy | |
| They don' t matter now | |
| Who are " they"? | |
| Unholy | |
| Pretty painted graves | |
| Nothing more | |
| Unholy | |
| They love watching you | |
| When you fall | |
| Unholy | |
| One day you' ll be free | |
| They' ll still be | |
| Unholy | |
| Keep these horrors hidden | |
| Underneath your thick skin | |
| Don' t you ever let them | |
| In | |
| Keep your head | |
| Above the waves | |
| Hold your heart | |
| So it won' t break | |
| Don' t you ever let them | |
| Win | |
| PHFAT RAP: | |
| They don' t really matter much, they never did | |
| Holy don' t mean shit to me | |
| Holy don' t mean | |
| ' Cos evil is as evil does, | |
| And evil ain' t much except each of us | |
| And blood red hand scream " Catch the s! " | |
| Lies feed fools and we eat them up. | |
| Try speak truth but we' re too damn scared | |
| We try see through shit. Cool that fear. | |
| We might seem neutral, pull that move | |
| Baby I' m just evil like you. . . |
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