Lyrics of Zhou Bichang's obsessive compulsive disorder

I suddenly want to visit the art gallery on Monday

Who can open the door

Walk on a road for two hours

Listen to some bad songs

This kind of life can't help being excited

No matter who is in doubt

Perfectionism symbolizes responsibility

Ya

Limited edition products

We're paranoid about collecting a unique

The prophet is not alone. I want to prove it

Desire is itching, leaving no scratch

Ya

Don't explain me easily

Which heart is not hot in troubled times

How to survive without symmetry and imbalance

So tired

It's not voluntary

I can't help dominating

Everything in front of us

Enjoy the samsara

Like some kind of comfort

What did you realize

Don't ask for a moment

Oh

It's also a feature

Forgive my obsessive-compulsive disorder

Why are there two afternoons next week

No schedule

Unknown number displayed on mobile phone

I have to remember

There are too many problems wandering around every day

Adjust if you can't stand it

Perfectionism makes rules

Limited edition products

We're paranoid about collecting a unique

The prophet is not alone. I want to prove it

Desire is itching, leaving no scratch

Ya

Don't explain me easily

Which heart is not hot in troubled times

How to survive without symmetry and imbalance

So tired

It's not voluntary

I can't help dominating

Everything in front of us

Enjoy the samsara

Like some kind of comfort

What did you realize

Don't ask for a moment

Oh

It's also a feature

Forgive my obsessive-compulsive disorder

It's also a feature

Forgive my obsessive-compulsive disorder

So tired

It's not voluntary

I can't help dominating

Everything in front of us

Enjoy the samsara

Like some kind of comfort

What did you realize

Don't ask for a moment