[Hook]1984Everybody's talking in that newspeakHiding all my thoughts in a loose leaf1984You can always find me where the goons creepUnderneath 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 instrumentalGot my indo, and plus my papers for crescendosHeadphones against my templesPencil in my clutches, Jackson Pollack while he's stenciling a subject (BANG)And now I'm splattering the pain and suchApple on your head and my aim is Naked LunchStain-faded Chucks from the roads that I crossRoads not taken, but no Robert FrostSo pale flames when I go NabokovWith the inner-thought dialogueI keep the steps quiet, inside my head's riotMy heart beats (BANG), I leave the rest silentTest driving pilot Kamikaze tiredOn the Rockies watch me die in slow-motion like it's 1984[Hook][Verse 2]I sit inside my prison like I'm Winston with the ginTo scribble my addictions, or I'll kill 'em with the penFigurative or literal, I'll stick it in the femoralThis devil won't ever fall the victim to a trendA penny for your thoughts at the bottom of a wishing wellHit 'em with the uppercut, they're falling on a pit of nailsFighting off the reptiles, Thompson on a PsilocybinBinge been buzzed, molotovs are lit as well, their (eyes)Are like a hawk when they writer's blockBig brother's always there, creeping in the shadows with their (eyes)That like to watch when I try draw aPiece like Frida Kahlo while I'm sleepless in SeattleThe skies here cry 365Black clouds above me sing, “Eat shit and die!â€I'll acquiesce, but I won't give 'em what they wantOr dignify their shit with a response, 'cause it's[Hook]
