Song of "falling" in egg Castle

Saturday morning, I hope the world will be destroyed

I don't want this holiday. I'll be ruined anyway

The sense of destruction that suddenly struck like a tsunami

Just as the sea water is salty and bitter, it will not fade

I try several ways to get up every day

In order to vent, I used to swear several dirty words

But that feeling won't be killed

It's the dark force, and my weapon is just a spoon on the ground

Don't try to find out, because there's no reason

In the end, I had to tell myself because it was fate

The empty eyes in the fraternity seat are younger than me

In the end, I didn't get used to this crowd

Looking forward to the end of my own consensus

Maybe you can't get rid of the irony in your heart until you die

Use your feeble fingers to make a blurry mouth

Creation after destruction I want to create destruction

I continued to fall in the dark

I continued to fall in the sun

In the silence I continued to fall

I continued to fall between talking and laughing

Concentrate on opening the notebook with both hands

Start the pen to run, don't remember love, only hate

Write down the atmosphere, write down the blade that cuts me

Record the roar and pull, record Du Zhenxi's life

It records that nothing in life makes you really happy

No food, no song

As a bright garbage in the city

The eyes stink, even the smile is ugly

The method of coma is to swallow it

Sober anxiety is also a chronic suicide

Four forty-four is like an alarm

Years of observation allowed me to determine that it was it

At that time, it handed the business card

Tick to push you to the end of your life

All your decisions are for the last time

Do everything crazy, like there is no tomorrow

I continued to fall in the dark

I continued to fall in the sun

In the silence I continued to fall

I continued to fall between talking and laughing

I continued to fall in the dark

I continued to fall in the sun

In the silence I continued to fall

I continued to fall between talking and laughing

It says it doesn't disappear, it never does

It has its cycle, it repeats

Sometimes it pulls me, sometimes I drag it

When it appeared, there was another fork in the diary

Exhausted talent is not enough to elaborate

Can't resist the intensity of its day and night erosion

No place to go, just want to go into history together

There's nothing there. That's my permanent address

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow

It's going to be gloomy Sunday tomorrow