在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Swiftly, we are turning into visual noise.
A static glitch glowing over broken screens, in loop and unnoticed.
Hundreds of unexplored ways which lead only to nowhere.
Lost in the machine eye, reality is appearance.
I'm walking on tiptoes, towards a safety exit,
While everyone around me is waiting for
A gesture, a decision, or just a comforting word.
But I have nothing to say.
I have nothing left.
Your device is your God,
A new era of videodrome.
The ultimate addiction.
Long live the new fesh!
