[Hook] 1984, everybody's talking in that newspeak Hiding all my thoughts in a looseleaf 1984, you can always find me where the goons creep Underneath the solace of the moonbeams
[Verse 1] 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
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[Verse 2] 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 a Piece like Frieda 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 Or dignify their shit with a response, ‘cause it’s