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April 4th, 2084
03:00
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Thought Crime
03:30
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In this world all we do is survive and the only ones left are dead inside. Take a look around there’s no hope to find. The mind of the fool’s been calcified. Now that we’ve made our decision there’s no turning back. Thought crime does not entail death, thought crime is death. The end was written in the beginning. Pray that the party will bring a swift death. The moment I put these words to paper I can feel the bullet enter my head. Big brother is always watching, he sees everything. There’s no use in trying to lie because in the end we all confess. In this world all we do is survive and the only ones left are dead inside. Take a look around there’s no hope to find. The mind of the fool’s been calcified. Now that we’ve made our decision there’s no turning back. Thought crime does not entail death, thought crime is death. Our days are numbered, our existence is suffering. Our lives are short and meaningless. Our death is comforting.
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Join us as we journey through the age of suffering, where big brother watches through every tele screen. Pulling all the strings, controlling everything, leading us with fear, driving us with hate
Surrounded by a 24 hour stream of violence as we celebrate, the death of our enemies. Consumed with hatred. Oh what a sight to see, our worst fears come true in display before thee, oh what a sight to see our existence is condemned and our spirits have been broken the worst crimes committed are the thoughts we have constructed. We are the children builders of the future and we the children swear to thee our dying devotion fearless devotion and to die with dignity. Consumed with hatred this is all we live for. Consumed with hatred this is what we die for. Down here on Victory Square this is all that we live for. Down here on Victory Square, this is what? (what we die for) (They scream the names ) (They scream the names of their enemies) (They Crave the blood) They Crave the blood of the innocent. Surrender your consciousness to the will of big brother. No private loyalties, no trust in one another. We are the ones who are trapped forever in a nightmare in which we are always hiding from the truth. For fear that we might be sent to victory square. We are complicit in the bloodshed, we stand and watch as our comrades fall. We'll be erased from history, no one will ever know we even lived at all. There is truth and there is untruth its written all over our faces we are the children builders of the future and we the children swear to thee undying devotion fearless devotion and to die with dignity. We are the children; builders of the future and we swear to thee, one more false move and you’ll invoke the thought police. Anyone of us could become the next target, all it takes is one look at our faces. Imitate, simulate, demonstrate that you are irate (towards the enemy) What it takes to stay alive, to survive, is to learn how to hide (Our faces).Well live in fear for the rest of our days, knowing one day we’ll all be erased.
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Prole Feed
07:37
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The tv screens tell convenient lies tailored to suit the needs of our minds. Who do we hate, who do we hate, who do we hate today? We watch as they conceal the truth, we're all complicit as they exploit our youth, weaponized ignorance is used against us. Who do we blame today? Give us an enemy. Who do we blame today? Give us an enemy. Feast your eyes on the telescreen, don't deny the lie before you, you'll provoke the thought police. A sovereign mind will bury you. Logic is lobotomized as our thoughts become automatized. Big brothers vision is coming to fruition. How much are you willing to pay for your life? In this world the truth comes with a fucking price. How much are you willing to pay for your life? One day we will all pay for our lies. Media sensation creates a system of manipulation forming blind devotion to false ideals. Through misguided views we are lead to choose the party over ourselves. Mindless entertainment to distract and misdirect the truth. We never question the structure of power, we're content with pointing the finger. We blame our comrades, making everyone our enemy. There's nothing left of our humanity. We hide our fears as we wear our hate on display. Leaving only ourselves left to betray. No need for friends when we have big brother. We turn our backs on one another. No need for friends when we have big brother. We simply look away and blame the other. We simply look away, we turn our backs on one another, making everyone our enemy. No need for friends when we have big brother. We simply look away and blame the other. Another day in the life of the Proles, leaving the truth of our story untold.
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Can you feel the tension rising? Pulsating through the streets. In the world of big brother, compassion has gone extinct. Like a rising tide we crash upon the shore. Our thirst for bloodshed will always pave the path to war. It’s manifesting, you can feel it in the air. A thick miasma spreading hatred and despair. Losing all control as were screaming at the telescreen. Poisoning our minds as it paints a vision most obscene. Losing all control as were screaming at the telescreen. Standing at the edge of our humanity. Losing all control as we’re losing our minds. Losing all control as we’re losing our minds. Brainwashing begins at an early age. Teach them who to hate and how to obey. Roots embedded deep fuel misguided certainty. Create within each mind a mirror of reality. I’m giving in. I’ve had enough, I’m giving up. Im fucking done. I’m overwhelmed by the tension. A lonely divergent, suppressed by the strain. Bound by comatic remission. I strive to be different, but struggle in vain. I’m cast out like an orphan, To this nation of fear and their hatred uncontained. I’m one fatal decision, From drowning in this toxic bloodstream. End me in the killing spree. We are slaves to the land of the free. End me in the killing spree. You will never break me. KILL ALL TRAITORS. Resist the powers that be. The demons in hiding control the ones you can see. Resist the powers that be. The world feeds on the destruction and we are the debris. I’d rather die than bend the knee. So feed me to the children of hate week. End me in the killing spree.
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Nexus II
05:33
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“You think there's no other way of saving yourself, and you're quite ready to save yourself that way.... You don't give a damn what they suffer...all you care about is yourself. And after that, you don't feel the same.” In myself. Truth and lies. Wrong and right. Do I hold everything ? In yourself. Dark and light. My lover, tell me; Do you think you may hold the key? Here we stand. As the clock strikes gloriously free. Where I sold you and you sold me. You'll see, (you'll see) you know we'll all confess our secrets in the end. Not meant to carry such heavy burdens, no. Our love was a sin and a crime
how could i not betray you? It’s like we’re taking one step closer towards the grave, yet we did it the same. It’s like we’re taking one step closer towards the grave, yet we did it the same. When you find yourself in room 101 you’ll be calling my name (do it to him, do it to him). When you find yourself in room 101 you’ll be calling my name (do it to him, do it to him). Oh, come the day, we all lie the same self-serving, frightened way (I don’t care about anything else just do it to him, do it to him is what you said). Your voice echoes inside my mind, like a million needles piercing my eyes. Driving me to the brink of insanity, oh please just kill me while my mind is clean.You never listened to a word I said, you just waited for your chance to spread out your legs. You’re just a rebel from the waist below, love is something you will never know. You know we're all made of the same stuff in the end. Such standard fare can't offer much in courage, no. Our love was just empty desire. We were bound for betrayal. Why must I choose another's truth? What's the point of your love? What's the weight of your love? What's the cost of your love? What's the worth of your love? What's the need in your love? What's the want in your love? What's the thought of your love? What's the hurt in your love? What's the power in your love? What's the flaw in your love? What's the fear in your love? What's imploring your love?
What's the drive in your love? What's the knife in your love? What's the lie in your love? Is there truth in your love? What's the need in your love? What's the want in your love? What's the thought of your love? What's the hurt in your love? What's the point of your love? What's the weight of your love? What's the cost of your love? What's the worth of your love? We all know the burden of survival is compromise of all you love. We all know the real key to survive, Is how well you lie, you lie, you lie. We all know the burden of survival is compromise of all you love. We all know the real key to survive
Is how well you lie.
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Oceania
03:16
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A Revolution Betrayed
08:31
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It’s finally come to this. A vision so corrupt. I was just another subject, for you to torture and judge from above. It’s all over now, six feet underground. It’s all over now. Six feet underground dead and buried. The American Dream is a lie that they sell to keep us in chains, enslaved. To the whims of the ruling class. Go ahead and chase that dollar ‘cause you can’t see the top when you’re drowning at the bottom. Everybody thinks that they’re gonna be something when the wisest amongst us know we’re all fucking nothing. Our revolution was doomed from the very beginning starting with the moment we began to plot. Our sweet escape, hidden from the world just underneath it all. The Human race will always be led by fear. Fear of one another. Fear of fighting , the fear of dying, the fear of being alive.
The clock is ticking no time for thinking about the life we once had. Been down here so long I don’t even know if I’m going to get out of here. I’m not afraid of death ‘cause I have never truly felt alive, I’ve always been dead inside. There is no escaping our fate, we’re all trapped at the end of the day. I’m not afraid of death ‘cause I have never truly felt alive, I’ve always been dead inside. There is no hope for any of us, I can see that now. (See it clear as day). We exist only to suffer as we slowly decay. There is no hope for any of us, our lives will be reduced to dust.
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Diary of An Unperson
04:42
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They’ll take my name and weaponize my pain. I will not let my death be in vain. If you are reading this then it’s already too late. The Ship has sailed they’ve sealed my fate. The illusion begins at the self each one us living in our own hell. Hiding and lying to one another as we plan the downfall of big brother. This is the Diary of an unperson doomed to be erased from history. (Now I’m sitting in am empty cell as we descend through hell, I will meet you in the place where there is no darkness) .
Now I’m sitting in am empty cell as we descend through hell, I will meet you in the place where there is no darkness. Release me from this cage, my imprisonment fueled by your rage, packed shoulder to shoulder as children are set ablaze. As we repeat history over and over, there will be no victory, there will be no closure. As we repeat history over and over, there will be no victory, there will be no closure.Send me to the gas chambers I’m ready to die. Send me to the gas chambers, Zyklon B to end my life.
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Room 101
03:28
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Seduced by death, I count the days until they take me away to room 101. Betrayed my oath to the party, I can’t believe what I’ve become. You’ll never fathom the depths of my corruption, I am the darkness consuming everyone. Death is coming very quickly, there is nothing that we can do. Global warming, mass extinction, virus spreading everyone’s suffering. We tried to warn you that this would happen, now there’s no going back. Seduced by death, I count the days until they take me away to room 101. Betrayed my oath to the party, I can’t believe what I’ve become. Keep on lying to yourself, it’s all you’ve ever been good at. You’ll never fathom the depths of my corruption. I am the darkness consuming everyone. So take a look deep inside yourself. You are the reason you’re burning in your own hell. No. No. No. You won’t break me.
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A bright cold day in spring: the clocks strike thirteen. The speakers outside of the Ministry bleat to the sheep: “Another swift victory”. The globe is a theatre and the proletariat its sole attendee. They are paying politicians to preach about peace, We hold the strings to these political figurines. Media machine holds the plug, if we could simply just turn it off. As fear becomes commodity circulating wildly. There is no escape from our informational economy. Content is produced to keep people content. The people’s thirst for truth will always be slaked with lies.
And we know that the truth, will always be denied. Thats exactly why we must unite. So long as we never realize where true strength resides. Bound in our shackles we struggle for eternity, we’re all destined for a lifetime of misery. Political babble, our tower of nonsense, endless wars and division. We wear the mask, we strut the stage, no where to hide no one can escape! We create wars, we falsify reports, we divorce truth from reality, we diminish all of humanity, making it feral, keeping it caged. No one will ever know. No one will ever know. No one will ever know (the truth). No one will ever know (our story). Our secret remains: when the masses unite, questions raised, When hope strikes like flint, truth will guide the proletariat. No one will ever know the truth. No one will ever know our story. No one will ever know (the truth). No one will ever know (our story). When hope strikes like flint to rock, sparking revolutionary talk, when people refuse to kneel, keeping their banners raised, when the will to change bursts into revolutionary flame, Proles will take king with pawn and finally call checkmate. A bright cold day in spring: the clocks strike thirteen. The speakers outside of the Ministry bleat to the sheep: “Another swift victory”. The globe is a theatre and the proletariat its sole attendee. They are paying politicians to preach about peace.
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