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A tyrant says, "break the peasants; them fade away."
A new world; feels I'm living 1984.

A yells, "your New World Order smells peculiar to me."
Bombs they flutter; where to run to now?

Tragic times, your ways.
A hard deserves a good day.
My will it tries to on me.
days I say, "where you going...
where you going

A tyrant says, "I feel time to end it all."
A flash of poor decisions, guess it's over now.

A yells, "your paradigm shift seems to piss us off."
A brave new world; I'm living 1984