The world in darkness.
The world in light.
Which is it
that beckons me tonight?

The face of beauty.
The face of fear.
What strange thing
Has brought me here?

Tears of wonder.
Tears of pain.
Markedly different
Yet much the same.

A laugh of calmness,
A laugh of terror.
Is this a blessing
Or a fateful error?

A look of passion,
A look of fury.
Soon now comes
A time of worry.

Songs of sickness,
Songs of healing.
What great sorrow
Are they concealing?

Days of vengeance,
Days of Joy.
Built almost as much
As they came to destroy.

Moments of clarity,
Moments of madness.
Cast adrift
In an endless sadness

in the land of golem, shades reign
identities spread all over the ground
they consist of ice-covered letters
names, written in the font of memories

in the land of golem, glimmering reigns
names spread all over the ground
sparkling fireflies hover over words
written in the font of forgiveness

golemland consists of shadows
golemland is a place of lights
guarded by a ward who is on high alert
his name is golem, a wise, weary creature

golem owns a diary with a bluewhite binder
each era is a time of reflection for him
golem walks up a steep mountain track
precisely at 8 o'clock, it's the year 1945

the mountaintop lined with shades, lights
they are transcending into each other
golem takes breath, 76 years passed by
since he started from the bottom

golem is sitting down among creation
it's the moment of a long awaited return
glimmering turns into a glare, relaxation
shades become shadows, tension

golem is looking at a blackwhite sky
his attachments whirring in the clouds
the sounds of the sea blowing upwards
golem closes his eyes, awaiting to die

then, golem is falling asleep and rests

"If you want a picture of the future/
Imagine a boot stamping on a human face, forever..."/

theyll shoot me i dont care/
theyll shoot me in the back of the neck/
i dont care down with big brother/
they always shoot you in the back of the neck/
i dont care down with big brother/
dont hug me im scared/

Two years old, held/
By the Ministry of Love/
Against his will; FREEDOM IS/
SLAVERY drilled into his skull; WAR IS/
PEACE - yeah, tell that to his scars; IGNORANCE IS/
STRENGTH? You couldn't feed that to the proles! BIG BROTHER IS/
WATCHING YOU ******* in your cell again, twisting his black moustachio/
The Man is not a man, but a figment: an imaginary friend to Party animals/
Enemy of the State; workeatsleep, but don't you dare wake up/
Eyes wide shut: life is blackwhite bootface crimestop/
Telescreen watchmen twentyfour/se7en for/
Signs of broken down mindcon-ditioning/
We all non-live in a Miniluv pyramid/
Scheming our escapes: daydreamin'/
Of meeting in the place where there ain't no darkness/
Sitting, weeping in the harsh white light.../

Crying hysterically/
A bundle of bones in filthy underclothes/
Grey all over with an ancient, ingrained dirt/
These starving brutes will shootout of the cage like bullets/
They can get inside you; leap on your face, & bore straight into it/
But who cares? Down with Big Brother! They'll shoot you eitherway/
Even if you betrayed the whole universe, including Julia/
The worst thing in the world is in Room one-oh-one, but/
What happens when they finally pull the trigger?!!/

BANG!/

Forget the spirit of man; I believe in God/
True Power isn't merely mentaltorture or physicalforce/
You can't make me perfect - two plus two makes four/
Thoughtcrime on my mind, & it can't be controlled/

Thirtythree years old, held/
By the Ministry of Love against his will/
Brain still not washed enough to blow out of his skull/
Stuck in purgatory, rodents gnawing at his soul... just waiting for the Day./