In Eighty Four Lyrics

Undead

(Steele, Natz, Blanck)

They got me on the tele-screen
The Thought Police are at my back door
I can't protest, I can't scream
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
There is no room for individuals
Big Brother watches every move you make
No room for human thougts at all
If you object you very life's at stake
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
Nineteen eighty four
Things are run so conveniently
When we stop thinking for ourselves
In the interest of pre-ordained schemes
We play the role while we should rebel
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
Nineteen eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four