1984

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