Thoughtcrimes

The sun still shines, I see from the shadows in my armored cell
Those who make decisions must not know this hell
An instrument of purpose is outside myself
These are thoughtcrimes
They own you
Green paper chains control you
Lie down and take it
Lie down and take it
Lie down…
The party’s right. Please just let me out I do not care to fight
I’m rehabilitaed and I see the light
Believe me, you’ve changed me. Enslave me
Pleasure is our enemy
Pleasure is our enemy
Pleasure is our enemy
I love this fucking slavery