Cire 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 purposes outside myself...
these are thoughtcrimes
dont disagree with he who holds the weapons to your face
and shouts
about your freedom...
they own you
green paper chains control you.
lie down and take it
lie down and take it
the party's right.. please just let me out i do not care
to fight
i'm rehabilitated and i see the light
believe me, you've changed me... enslave me
pleasure is our enemy
pleasure is our enemy
pleasure in our enemy
...i love this f..cking slavery