Room 101 - Ritual carnage

Into a windowless building he is lead

Consumed within 4 walls

Strapped onto a bed of coils

The brainwashing begins

Dealing in the pain

As the needle starts to rise

Flood the body with current

Grinds his teeth and snaps his spine

Beat into submission

Questioned til' the truth revealed

Sleep depravition

Reality becomes surreal

Intense torture

Defective memory

Torn between 2 identities

To the edge of lunacy

For who controls the present

Will manipulate the past

War is peace

Your freedom is slavery

Where does the past exist

If it exists at all

In records it is written

In the mind, human memories

The thought police

Big brother is watching you

All your worlst fears lie

Beyond the doors of room 101