War is peace, freedom is slavery
Ignorence is strength and we are the dead

Under the spreading chessnut tree, i sold you and you sold me

But i remember my reality.
I helped to change those memories.
Sanity is not statistical.
But that knowledge will mean the end of me

I’m guilty of the only crime that’s worse than any other
I knowingly wrote the lethal words : down with big brother
That hatred brought me soulmates, so i know i’m not alone.
Together alive in a dead world like flesh inside a stone.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed.
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head

But i want the freedom to choose and love my own wife.
To be able to say that two plus two is four instead of five.
And torture is inevitable, but they can’t get inside my head.
Pain only hurts the living and we are the dead.

In a society of opposites, i should not be feeling hope.
There’s a fight that can’t be won, a struggle i can’t cope.
If truths are lies and war is peace, my love cannot survive
But my heart burns with affection for the human at my side.
A voice beyond the window fills my heart with grief.
A song so full of passion and implicit lind belief.
The future’s for the living, not for us lying in bed.
It belongs to the singers, because we are the dead.

But there’s no love that can resist the fear that lives in 101
No promise or courage strong enough to face the rat before you
There’s only the immortality of the party, ingsoc, love for big brother
And the boot, stamping into the human face
Forever…