A giant eye zapped across the screen, 一只巨大的眼睛在屏幕上而死机，

With tentacle type feeler type thin roots, 随着触手型触针式薄根，

Reaching for someone maybe me, 深远的人，也许我的，

With large black block letters, 随着大黑正楷，

Chiseled into the white around the pupils screaming, 凿到周围尖叫的学生白，

R e v o l u t i o n, ř Ë V O吕吨I O N，

Revolution, 革命，

And as the eye giant and green, 而随着巨大的眼睛和绿色，

Sort of oozed with no obvious locomotion, 样的渗出，没有明显的运动，

Closer and closer until it was like this on my screen, 离我们越来越近，直到它像这样在我的屏幕上，

It split and blood flowed down each side of the street, 它分裂和血液流动在街上的每一侧，

Washing away things that we didn't need to see, 洗去的事情，我们也没必要看，

Just like beer cans peanut shells and copies of the daily news, 就像啤酒罐花生每日新闻的贝壳和复印件，

And then laying there, bleeding like a stuck pig, 然后躺在那儿，像猪卡住出血，

Was a stuck pig, 被卡住的猪，

Get the point? 明白了吧？