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We suffer the wounds of

The world

An aeon of distrust

Feeding the feed of indulgence

The vermins of binary decay

The vermins of binary decay

Yes, we are the ones

When silence is never

An option

And words are never enough

As individual thoughtpatterns are muted

The minions dig their graves

It's 1984

The death of individuality

It's 1984

A prison of the mind

A social engineering

Of hearts and minds

We suffer the wounds of deception

A constant failure

A constant failure

A burning fever

At war with the natural order

Victims by degenerate design

The serpents of symbolic servitude

A perversion of discourse

Feeding the world with Deception

The vermins of binary decay

The vermins of binary decay

Yes, You are the void

When language is monopilized

And words are labeled as hatespeech

Collective thoughtpatterns are fused into dystopia

It's 1984

The death of individuality

Our current day of age

A prison of the mind

In the making

A prison of the mind

In the making

We suffer the fate of

No language

A cultural control

The social engineering

Of hearts and minds

A constant failure

A burning fever