Dawn!!

War is Peace,

Freedom is Slavery,

Ignorance is Strength

This is the word!!

It was a bright cold day in April,

and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Your chin nuzzled into your breast

in an effort to escape the vile wind,

slipped quickly through the glass doors,

though not quickly enough to prevent

a swirl of gritty dust from entering

along with you.

And He’s always with you.

I understand how,

but I don’t’know why...

In his life, in our lives, what else should we do?

Born dead and rise again controlled by your masters:

the goodmorning is their, as the death of the soul.

give me an hand and tell me, let me know if I’ll have word

make sure that I could even say goodbye to you, when I need it:

but I know that I will never, ‘cause my bones are already dust,

before I could die for the umpteenth time.

Because you kill me every time you impose your unhealthy idea on me?

I don’t like the idea, such as your ugly mug breathing down my neck:

I choke,

I choke,

I choke...



Under the spotlight I can’t see the exit,

light blinds me but I can’t,

I can’t see which door open:

there’s no mistake, I can’t be wrong,

I can only pick the most painless solution.

I understand how, but I don’t’know why.

Because This is the word, the fuckin'word!!

Everything is so boring here and the uncomfortable air

is the mirror of your situation: but he’s always with you,

he doesn’t abandon you because you are his dog,

and the master eat his dog, you bastard!!

I choke,

I choke,

I choke...

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