笨小笨phony (Metal Version)歌词由Dima Lancaster演唱，出自专辑《phony (Metal Version)》，下面是《phony (Metal Version)》完整版歌词！
phony (Metal Version)歌词完整版
There’s no flower more beautiful
than one made to be lovely and kind.
An artificial bloom. Nothing’s really the truth,
lies constitute Antipathy World
The cold, through the grey of the rain
umbrella’s not enough to stay dry
It’s soaking through my hair, through my head, to my heart
The deepest part, washing away my
resolve to keep the way I say
the same little thing every time.
Repeating something perfect
until it was “mine.”
I’m painting on a canvas
that never looks right.
A mirror with some make-up
that’s made up of lies!
Pappa! Para pappara rappapa!
I know! I know! We can play
a game and count the flaws.
Tatta! Tara tattara rattata!
I don’t! I don’t understand
we dance without a cause!
I just can't make sense
Of the simplest things
Who am I supposed to be?
Wondering in the middle of the night,
fleeting like the light
calling out to me! (How lovely! How lovely...)
I couldn’t bring myself
to tell you, “Farewell.”
Phony. Phony. Phony.
I’m tangled in a web of lies
of mine, ‘cause I’m Phony.
Antipathy world.
And, even past the rain— the sky above
has become hard to take
The rainbow that’s reflected
within my eye’s fake!
I’m missing from the mirror
I talk to all day.
You’re lost without a fairy-tale
wearing my face!
So, why? Why do we live
like this? We chase a perfect
romance, the kind that might
not even exist!
So, I... I’m here, again.
The final train goes by, and
suddenly I’m at the end!
Dancing like nothing happened.
Pappa! Para pappara rappapa!
I know! I know! We can sing
along with empty words!
Tatta! Tara tattara rattata!
I don’t! I don’t understand
Just tell me why it hurts!
I can’t take back the time
I lost to my mask...
The rain keeps pouring through
my soul, just like glass...
I couldn’t bring myself
to tell me, “Farewell.”
Phony. Phony. Phony.
I’m tangled in a web of lies that’s mine!
I just can't make sense
Of the simplest things
What am I supposed to be?
Screaming in the middle of the night,
for a little light!
‘Cause that’s all I need! (To love me. To love me.)
“Farewell”, I mumbled
out goodbye to myself
Phony. Phony. Phony.
Left hanging from a web of mine.
I’m fine. I’m finally me.
Only a fellow flower could
prove it’s true, or Phony.
