The telescreen is shucked of meaning, void of thought
Pearly gray, upon dove, over battleship gray
A freedom without purpose, cold as nought
That has a temperature can be cold, as cold as day
Under the eye of strange automata
Pearly gray, upon dove, over battleship gray
Intolerant, unswayable as gauge barometer
Recording facts irrefutable as air
Under the eye of strange automata
That do not even tick, to show they're there
And still our Masters dare to cite Utopia
Recording facts irrefutable as air
That every need, ends in a cornucopia
That full consumption, must refute despair
And still our Masters dare to cite Utopia
I stand, and fix the noose, above my chair
The telescreen is shucked of meaning, void of thought
That full consumption, must refute despair
A freedom without purpose, cold as nought
Simon BJ
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