Last night I had a dream
Of Oceania
Hiding from the Thought Police
I turned to Julia
It's all coming true she said
We're depending on you she said
We are the dead
I awoke to find a world
Of walls and borders
And the loudest noise I heard
Was silent surrender
It's all coming true they said
The voices inside my head
We are the dead
They're on the Internet
They're in your phone
They're launching satellites
They're in your home
Today I took a walk
By the poisoned river
An old man on the dock
Bet me a fiver
It's all coming true he said
They're watching you he said
We are the dead
They're on the Internet
They're in your phone
They're launching satellites
They're in your home
Tonight I pulled the plugs
And I sat in the darkness
When I realised my thoughts
Were somebody else's
It's all coming true they said
We're taking control they said
You are the dead
They're on the Internet
They're in your phone
They're launching satellites
They're in your home
Last night I had a dream
Of Oceania
Most nights I have a dream
Of Oceania
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