True believe is dead
It got hunted down and shot in the back
Passion is made to believe the equivalent to grief
And conventionality the big relieve
Everything is ripened to walk in line
A wind-up key is placed in the spine
Pride is shattered unable to make a sound
Blindfolded buried six feet deep down in the ground
Ingenuity means nothing anymore
The only real date is 1984
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