Lyrics of "I'll go"

At eight o'clock in the morning, walk out of the gate of the community,

Hot market, unruly vehicles,

People with wax faces, wishes hidden in the air,

The stories that have never been mentioned, the time that will be lost, the life that will be started,

The world is becoming more and more difficult to understand, just as cities are becoming less and less suburban,

The roads are getting more and more blocked, but people like to buy cars more and more,

There are more and more office buildings, but it's still hard to find a job,

Second hand goods on Taobao are even more expensive than new ones,

And five yuan gasoline actually reappeared after 2008,

Basically, you can't buy tickets starting with K and T by train,

All the ancient cities and scenic spots are the same, selling the same tickets, souvenirs and local specialties.

Earthquake, explosion, traffic accident, disease, death, global warming, PM2.5, milk powder, transgenic,

But it still can't change our struggle for the survival of house and money.

In the process of eating and sleeping day after day, not many people think about what all this is for,

An incomprehensible world, an incomprehensible life

Is it a successful life to have a house, a car and children?

Not so many good life assigned to us, we have to face their own insipid and ordinary.

Sometimes I feel sorry for those serious people. They really don't have a tacit understanding with this era of quick success and instant benefit,

People ignore the beauty that has nothing to do with themselves, and can't see the too noisy loneliness on the busy street.

One day you may hate yourself, because you used to like so much rubbish;

These colorful plastic bags are flying in the air,

Cover the spring flowers, cover the summer grass,

The fall leaves cover the winter.

The Internet age has created the thinking of human cloning,

There was only one word left in their mouths, that is ~

Force... Force

I don't quite understand what people think,

Why does everything have to be forced,

Do you think you're being forced?

Is there only one force left after thousands of years of language?

(it's like a ridiculous domestic R'n'B).

Can we say something other than force?

There is nothing to change, because change never stops;

There is nothing to remember. The times have never stopped moving forward because of everyone's appeal.

It seems that music always comes to fame and wealth,

It's like business always comes to making money.

Imitation and plagiarism are our greatest originality. People are more likely to like these things.

Metal is like Diqu. Being impatient is the whole meaning.

A guitar is a folk song,

Carrying a guitar is a tour,

Out of the door is a musician.

After singing today, I will sing tomorrow

Today you cry poor, tomorrow he tragedy.

Folk songs become chicken soup, always pretending to be sad,

It's like being raped by the world and then by women.

Chicken soup is what we need,

It has become the chicken soup of the times.

This is a mixture of wealth, wealth, sex, selfishness, utilitarianism, flattery, opportunism, vanity, emptiness, superficiality, suspicion, ill humor, plagiarism, flattery, lethargy, cheap and uneasy, praying for absurdity, busy and flurried, kneeling, dull, noisy, restless, dislike essence, pigment and fat.

D sodium isoascorbate is terrified, full of wounds, giving up the roar, going with the flow, smoke, fever, wind, cold, cough, swelling, pain, nasal discharge, drowsiness, thirst, drowsiness, skin rash, ulcer, redness and swelling

Everything can be chicken soup, and the official account is making chicken soup with wild frying.

At last, domestic comedy films have successfully become crude sketches,

The Spring Festival Gala has finally become a TV that you don't have to watch,

Everyone seems to be talking about not watching TV any more. What are you looking at if you don't watch TV,

What else can you see? It's a good Chinese voice and a good Chinese song,

TV programs and TV plays are always hot spots,

From the production, broadcasting, watching these TV series and entertainment groups, we can not expect any good ending.

Don't be serious, don't think, as long as brain damage is good

Don't be real, don't know, just trash and jokes.

All right, OK, let's go!

Force... Force

Long speeches will not be the seeds of this era

They won't give you a fair chance

**It's like a collective lie

History only exists in words

And the news network is still showing Palestine and Israel

No one is born to be abandoned in the garbage heap of the times

A soul has just passed us

Is it going forward in the past or backward in the future

The mothers are still working hard

We are once again in the Vanity Fair of the 18th century

It could be just a real dream

Waking up means dying

Or does death mean waking up