• Please hold me one last time.
    Today is the last I see of you.
    My punishment is for our crime.
    Whatever I may say is probably not true.

    You know as well as I
    They control future and past.
    For now I must die
    And these words are my last.

    I see you flailing in pain.
    I scream through broken teeth.
    We can only hope to be slain
    For love is our only belief.

    And now as I sit on the floor.
    Alone on a slippery slope.
    It is the year nineteen eighty-four
    And the proles are our only hope.

    We saw through the lies.
    They're now in my head.
    And through all the cries.
    We are the dead.