骨製品: Bone Production

I imagine myself step into a fairyland,
where everybody had a smile on their face.
Funny words pouring like rain,
lollipop was our standard concept.
There we share those pains
complain about those gains
It was a world combine with the digital fence.

Once the freshness decline,
there’s no trace of a familiar code name.
Stay away from my chair,
there’s no longer a friend to cheer.
Behind those sugarcoated surface,
lonely people wandering around this lonely space.

A hawk holds an iris in its beak
Penetrate every weak-sighted geek
Information crowded for a little bit of fame
Desperately assembling "soul mates" for some kinky game.

Where the fifteen minutes fades so damn quick
There we witness the death of an ordinary man
Neither an obituary nor an epitaph was carved on his grave
Eventually, we all wind up in the trashcan.