Phantom Zone
D.O.A. Lyrics


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a cold wind, a breath in time. an emptiness in the grand design. somewhere along the path we lost our way. more money spent than we've ever dreamed. more people lost in a silent scream. throwing back their pain, the world's insane. chorus: and they're gone, yeah they're gone. and they're sentenced to the phantom zone. inside a room, a money machine makes cheques and numbers printed on a screen. each life a code, an endless file. a list of lives that don't fit in. looking for a reason, there's no plan. the doors are locked and there ain't no key. chorus: and they're gone, yeah they're gone. like forgotten words to a nameless song. it's time we realized, that we are not to blame. upon this world, all the people are the same. so don't just disappear, to shrivel up and die. even a giant can be stricken by a fly. chorus: but they're gone, yeah they're gone. like forgotten words to a nameless song. yeah they're gone, yeah they're gone. exiled to the phantom zone. yeah they're gone, yeah they're gone. exiled to the phantom zone.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to D.O.A.'s song Phantom Zone tell a story of a world that has lost its way. It describes a society that has become consumed with money and technology, leaving those who don't fit into this system behind. The chorus repeats that these individuals have been exiled to the phantom zone, a place where they are forgotten and lost.


The opening lines speak of a cold wind and emptiness in the grand design. This creates a feeling of isolation and despair. The song then takes a more political turn, as it references more money being spent and people lost in a silent scream. The world is insane, and those who don't fit in are thrown back their pain.


The second stanza describes a money machine that makes cheques and lists lives that don't fit in. The doors are locked, and there is no key. The final stanza implores the listener not to disappear, even if they feel like a giant can be stricken by a fly. The chorus then repeats that these individuals are gone and exiled to the phantom zone.


Overall, the song describes a societal problem where the emphasis is solely on money and fitting into the rigid system. Those who do not fit in are forgotten and exiled, left to deal with their pain and isolation on their own. It is a commentary on the world we live in and the need for change.


Line by Line Meaning

a cold wind, a breath in time.
At a particular moment, a chilly breeze passes, leaving a sense of discomfort.


an emptiness in the grand design.
There is a void in the larger scheme of things, a deficit in the order or purpose of existence.


somewhere along the path we lost our way.
We became disoriented and unaware of our ultimate destination—our journey became aimless.


more money spent than we've ever dreamed.
We have squandered incredible amounts of wealth, beyond even our wildest imagination.


more people lost in a silent scream.
Many individuals suffer in silence, their grievances unheard, and their discontent unaddressed.


throwing back their pain, the world's insane.
In response to their agony, people are driven to acts of madness, which only exacerbates the world's problems.


and they're gone, yeah they're gone. and they're sentenced to the phantom zone.
Those who are consumed by the turmoil around them are removed from society, confined to a world of isolation and oblivion.


inside a room, a money machine makes cheques and numbers printed on a screen.
Profit is the focal point of society, with money and economy dominating every aspect of our lives.


each life a code, an endless file.
Our value as individuals is reduced to mere lines of data and records accumulating in archives, implying the lack of humanity in our systems.


a list of lives that don't fit in. looking for a reason, there's no plan.
A group of people who don’t correlate with society are being categorized and sorted, but no rational explanation can be found for this action.


the doors are locked and there ain't no key.
Entry to opportunity is restricted, and there's no feasible approach to breaking the barrier.


like forgotten words to a nameless song.
People who have been discarded by society are just memories that everyone would forget as the song without a title when the music stops playing.


it's time we realized, that we are not to blame.
We should acknowledge that we are not culpable for the present situation, and the faults of the system are the reason behind the atrocities witnessed.


upon this world, all the people are the same.
Everyone, regardless of differences, is equivalent and deserving of comparable rights and privileges.


so don't just disappear, to shrivel up and die.
One shouldn't withdraw from the world and decline to fight indefinitely.


even a giant can be stricken by a fly.
Even the powerful and mighty can fall to minute challenges or challenges posed by small entities.


exiled to the phantom zone.
Exclusion from society is a living death, with no hope of redemption or opportunities provided for growth and reinstatement.




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Boštjan Gergeta

13 Flavours Of Doom is one of the greatest rock’n’roll album . Cheers 🍻.

Mike Montgomery

Seriously, I guess they forgot about wrecking the party, 2 years later DOA leveled punk rock with this record.

Thomas Fischer

So underrated....

henry nidel

hell yeah, i grew up to this stuff

godsonhiby

If any has bass tabs tho 👀

Hasting Shuffle

If you like the engineering / production of this check out our newest single "Last Meal" produced by Brian Else! (Who worked with DOA): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCOJoRe7QIg&feature=youtu.be

Andres Albare

a' zones 1-6, braves stadium moves to a city that can actually throw up a nice elevated basically horizontal ramp, for vat' 'merican's Kars. We have zones, I see so much virtue, signs of life, then defeat. i could only donate $1 to Sanders. too stupid how our conflicting id's come into disharmony. sad to see us all

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