Lyrics of the slave by Anning

Well

That's not me

Well

That's not me

Look

The slave of desire

In his own cage

The world is no longer familiar with him

He began to forget himself

Wipe off the expression and lower your head

keep trying

see

The slave of his own

In the path of two points and one line

Life is more and more like

It's more and more like the subway in the middle of the night

He joined the crowd

Take out his touch screen phone

Then he heard the song

The sound reflected a person like a mirror

So he began to pray in silence

I began to pray in silence

That's not me

Oh, that's not me

Look at that crazy slave

Exiled in the age of madness

In order to satisfy other people's own needs

More, more desire

So he twisted his face

That's added to the food

He criticizes this era every day

He was sad and helpless

This is the age of no dream and no pain

Sometimes he smiles at himself

Should I just make do with it

Come on, the slave who has been running

Your dream is here

But where is your body

You keep running

Forget to look for why you have to run

You never have irons on your feet

But why do you feel like a slave

He criticizes this era every day

He was sad and helpless

This is the age of no dream and no pain

Sometimes he smiles at himself

Should I just make do with it

He criticizes this era every day

He was angry and helpless

This is the age of no dream and no pain

Sometimes he smiles at himself

Should I just make do with it

Well

That person is not me, not me

It's you, it's you, it's not me

Well

That person is not me, not me

It's you, it's you, it's not me

That's me

That's you

That's me

That's me