1984 Complain
I'm not used to complain
And you complain again
Might I try to understand
Oh my dear I don't
I always fight to clear away
All your anger in a maze
Of endless walls and hidden fringes
Where you feel caught, where I can't heal
You
Your will in my hands
Modelling your soul
They build a fence
Around your throat
Devil in my hands
Or something that approaches
Reach your veins
Dwell in your blood
In the streets, in their homes
Don't you hear your people moan?
They all think, young as old,
The world is not theirs anymore
So catch it now, make it sense
Stop whining when you can't
You fear the fires but you keep them going
You pay the ransom to keep your throne
Their will in their hands
Unable to control
All the hate
Tire the soul
Devil in their hands
Or something that approaches
Reach their veins
And howl …
When your lies when your lies
When your lies wave on mine
Fires won't you take your dollars?
When your lies when your lies
When your lies wave on mine
