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Big Brother

Big Brother

Big Brother

Big Brother is watching you!

Open the windows and the gunpowder’s

smell is strong.

Invades your space, your privacy.

Didn’t you know it?

Didn’t you think it?

Your mind was elsewhere.

The society isn’t dead yet

but it’s not even alive.

Everything depends on your will,

it all depends on your conscience:

Do you still want to be the prole number one?

There’s no room for love, oh no!

An electric chair would be better,

A stroke of the lash would make

the situation better in a second.

The doublethink that generates your ideas,

the voice that leads your actions,

it’s the same one that divides to rule.



It’s the newspeak that assumes

languid shapes, to subdue

and make you a slave.

The humiliation behind the telescreen is also yours,

everyone knows your life.

Goodsex before the whole world is yours,

everyone is waiting to see you.

There’s no room for your feelings,

because there’s no one who can feel emotions.

Use what you have for self-destruction,

it’s what you're asked for,

but that’s what you want,

room onehundredone awaits.

The end of this existence

meaningless, soulless.

There’s no room for genuine feeling,

everything is built by the minitrue.

Big Brother is watching you

with his gentle eyes,

caresses your face,

assist your suicide.

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