your hands are sterilized
your eyes are color blindness
ready to be packed
ready to be used
look at my blasting soul
cradle songs are enough
the world is just to be a mental clinic
too clean to be innocent
too clean to touch the earth
that is why
your smiles are bitter than chocolate

feet never been there
digital make your life in numbers
ready to be nothing
ready to be used
forget my piercing soul
the nature is not mellow
the world is just a brain washing machine
too clean to be saved
too clean to know what’s real
that is why
my smile is getting bitter than a cigarette

your heart has never been broken
as like wax coated apple
your eyes need sonnet
because I cry for you
your face doesn’t know how to smile
to be cure
to be alive

i want to smell the ocean
my hands are tight
my eyes are fear with vanity
ready to say hello
ready to say good-bye
i know nothing
i’m the one who need the lullaby
the world is just a big, big mistake
too simple to be blue
too complicated to be happy
that is why
my smiles are rare
as like yours

my feet never been there
my soul is in liquid crystal
ready to be connected
ready to be rearranged
look at my blasting soul
the same as yours

too clean to be touched
too clean to know the meaning
that is why
my thought are getting bitter than a battery

your hearts never been cured
as like the growing apple
your eyes never move me light
the light that leads the right way
your faces are filled with hope
so can live my own dreams
i want to i want to
i want to smell the ocean