燃烧在烈火中的未来
变形金刚摆动着扭曲的钢圈
重金属打击乐的轰鸣
围绕在人们扭动而肥胖的腰盘
梦寐以求的功利
统统始于无耻的谎言
寂寞的心和寂寞的人
无法沟通在信息发达的2050年
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Vivid visions, or apocalyptic delusions,
show me a murky future going down in the flames.
A mythical aura of an epiphany,
let itself be subconsciously spelled at the inner sanctum of men's souls.

Piled on a highly geared futuristic civilization,
the convergence of all societies is entangled in the webs
which remind us of environmental annihilation and pollution,
presenting itself with anatomically gory details.

On highfalutin' high-tech the future prides itself,
whilst furiously stoked by on-the-rocks stocks.
Eerily powered by wazoo-wired-up wireless industry,
’tis shored up by impetuously vertiginous cyber infrastructures.
Saddled with a heap of skyrocketing debts,
’tis heavily infested with a gaggle of sassy go-getters.
Programmed by a bevy of tech-savvy high-fliers,
’tis cloistered to clustered and cluttered fiber-cubicles.

Tacky labels of the future's culture lend themselves to blur men's eyes,
and turn men into demoralized fragments of the doom.
Ratcheting up nothing but non-stop desires,
men fall for everlasting desperation pursuing niches in the Pantheon's hall of fame.

Flabbergasted at their lack of outer-assurance and inner-balance,
and always confused by their crumbling identities,
men of future hanker for more jaw-dropping freedom and individual stance,
yet they are always emotionally damaged by their desires.

The jugular-shaking and amphetamine-paced future life drives men
who’re under a twisted superposition of violence-escalation and drug-addiction.
In alcohol-binge and deafening heavy metal clashes,
drug king-pins can't ward off violent temptation.

Future system tones up equality and justice
that are cloaked in the mind-bending lofty languages.
Law sneaks among fuzzy lines and equivocal words,
eventually reduces itself to lyrically-slick yet logically flawed articulations.

An indicted can get away with the murder,
and happily goes on the lam forever.
Victims' families constantly live in angst and anger as well as fear,
’cause unfettered freedom becomes a growing menace to the future.
Random violence has caused men to live in the throes of life crises,
and to suffer the syndrome of metro-terror.

A spate of avant-garde feisty hip-hop pop-cult superstars pop out from media razzle-dazzle,
taking no heed of decency and giving themselves over to their all-out libido.
Chains of newly unleashed lucrative music franchises rake in tons of bucks,
in raspy raps and the clatter of ballooning ego.

Frenzies of paparazzi and harsh media glare defame and deflect all social celebs,
off they get on seedy trajectories of public tabloid preys.
The hype and hoopla and uncensored Net-smut are overwhelming,
they’re hatching latent crimes over the spam-infested world-wide-webs.

In the higgledy-piggledy virtual Valhalla,
netiquette-deprived netizens grandly hurl 4-letter epithets,
while gun-ho laptop-toting cyber-punks sit in front of tubes,
and presumptuously pull off bank-jobs.

Slipshod industries have contaminated our atmosphere,
and contributed to the future's warping demise.
The ubiquitous environmental chaos finally have the future bogged in the mire,
and fall on its ghastly hefty shadow with all paws.

Future is finally shackled with its own heavy-tech gewgaws,
and dwelt by a cacophony of clones of shameless VIPs,
who busily lobby on issues of rampant Viagra’s abuse,
and sloppy construction of expensive extraterrestrial defense systems
that try to thwart potential invasions from a phalanx of outer-space animals.

Future is ultimately staked on pretentious high-profile yet low-life scum,
with politically stellar on-stage performances,
yet without the desire to match their rhetoric with their actions.
A pile of joint capital-ventures tapping into Galaxies
that have become crass profiteers' ultimate commercial frontiers,
whilst nukes proliferation escalating from an intimidating standoff into a scary near-miss.

Evil and His Ilk finally unveil their pug-ugly faces,
and take the helm of this plummeting empire stuck in the mire and fire.
A Hannibal Lecter out of the ADX "Supermax" Hellhole of a rockies-pokey,
takes the shell of a charismatic worldwide leader with a haughty visage and trendy attire.

In the final confrontation with Armageddon of the future,
men's humbling humanity strikes a spark yet the flame quickly sputters,
and snuffs out in the wake of the undertow of future insanity.
Men's enticed hearts are frayed by the flames of their all-out desires.
Men's vulnerability finally prints their own burial missteps and carves their own tombstones.