And they poured their hate like adulation, upon the image of their satan. Idol and abomination Enemy of the nation. Against the face of the unknown Taught to hate, the wicked, strange, and queer From their childhood to the bone. Surely devils! (but) the gods to save them! No gods would have them, their sodom and bedlam Was the civilization, reduced to automatons the telescreens mechanations Mind wiped and free will stolen, thus enslaved them. To the party and to the state. Offering their body, offering their souls. Before their officials, become now small gods always prostrate. For a war who never ending, Consumed the substance of all mankind Reduced to cinders, through dreams became A world of waking nightmares, and iron fisted lies. Police to rule them, and careful crafted A web of fear, and chains to bind. A ministry of peace to make war upon them A ministry of truth to teach them lies. A ministry of plenty all to starve them The empire at the end of time. Always aging, never dying, unwinding history Beneath its inexorable hands, who like tentacles and tendrils ten thousand fold innumerable, work careful craft to obliterate the past and future. The Prison Of The Eternal Now. Never to wake again from the sleep which fell a curse upon them all. Never to be told, "you did it to yourselves."