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1984

Everybody's talking in that newspeak

Hiding all my thoughts in a loose leaf

1984

You can always find me where the goons creep

Underneath the solace of the moonbeams



[Verse 1]

There's a bluebird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a bluebird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Watching ceiling fans go 'round, trying to catch the feelin' off instrumental

Got my indo, and plus my papers for crescendos

Headphones against my temples

Pencil in my clutches, Jackson Pollack while he's stenciling a subject (BANG)

And now I'm splattering the pain and such

Apple on your head and my aim is Naked Lunch

Stain-faded Chucks from the roads that I cross

Roads not taken, but no Robert Frost

So pale flames when I go Nabokov

With the inner-thought dialogue

I keep the steps quiet, inside my head's riot

My heart beats (BANG), I leave the rest silent

Test driving pilot Kamikaze tired

On the Rockies watch me die in slow-motion like it's 1984



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[Verse 2]

I sit inside my prison like I'm Winston with the gin

To scribble my addictions, or I'll kill 'em with the pen

Figurative or literal, I'll stick it in the femoral

This devil won't ever fall the victim to a trend

A penny for your thoughts at the bottom of a wishing well

Hit 'em with the uppercut, they're falling on a pit of nails

Fighting off the reptiles, Thompson on a Psilocybin

Binge been buzzed, molotovs are lit as well, their (eyes)

Are like a hawk when they writer's block

Big brother's always there, creeping in the shadows with their (eyes)

That like to watch when I try draw a

Piece like Frida Kahlo while I'm sleepless in Seattle

The skies here cry 365

Black clouds above me sing, “Eat shit and die!”

I'll acquiesce, but I won't give 'em what they want

Or dignify their shit with a response, 'cause it's



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