Swollen eyes and hallowed cries
Gaze upon the city streets.
Crooked lies, no alibis,
For every fate we meet.

We turn away, little to say.
Waste not our dying breath
But it's the way we live today
For its all that we have left.

The total score of 1984,
We fall victim to the lie.
Strive not for more cause we adore,
All which will make us die.

So in a row, away we go
Ready to be sold.
And we'll never reap what we truly sow.
For our dreams perish with the old.