Thoughtcrimes - Cire

The sun still shines, I see from the shadows in my armored cell

Those who make decisions must not know this hell

An instrument of purpose is outside myself

These are thoughtcrimes

They own you

Green paper chains control you

Lie down and take it

Lie down and take it

Lie down…

The party’s right.

Please just let me out I do not care to fight

I’m rehabilitaed and I see the light

Believe me, you’ve changed me.

Enslave me

Pleasure is our enemy

Pleasure is our enemy

Pleasure is our enemy

I love this fucking slavery