CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Thought Crime

As I rot in this state of mind
Doomed to no life in prison
All due to the act of thinking

Big brother wants me mute
Big brother wants me blind
Can you feel my insides shrinking

I must break free from enslavement
Ideas are too controversial
Have I been lied to, is two plus two five?

As they throw my face to the pavement
Sell my actions as propaganda
Their hypocrisy, I don’t wanna be alive

The further a society drifts from truth
The more it will hate those that speak it
Nothing shall be your own except
The few cubic centimeters inside your skull
If you want a picture of the future
Imagine a boot stamping on a human face, forever
Always remember, big brother is watching