Bluesy, slow-rock
C2021, P2021 Upton. All rights reserved.
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Written during lockdown 2021 about concerns regarding the hiding of the truth
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I don't know but I've been told
you're too young, you're too old.
Moral of the story is written in the sand
way things turn out is rarely how we planned
They'll take your confession an' lead you to the dock
watching every movement right around the clock
They aint your friends - they got somethin' on you
you can try to deny it but you know that its true
They dictate your religion - sanction your belief
and if you do their bidding they'll give you relief
but question them on motives an they'll take you down
First you'll get the run around then kicked out of town
Maybe it's deep state. 1984.
Look out for the thought police - they're knockin' at your door
(Lead break)
Maybe it's deep state. 1984.
Look out for the thought police - they're knockin' at your door
Can't trust the media - They lie with every breath
No point in callin' out - to the truth they're deaf
They'll take away your freedoms then delete the past
Lost the power of free-speech - was never gonna last
As for your opinions - keep 'em to yourself
forget reasoned argument - dissent is on the shelf
I don't know where its all gonna end
no matter what is said, it will always offend
Wanna keep a secret? - Hide it from your self
if white is black & black is white then poverty is wealth
When truth & reason disappear, lies will fill the void
Maybe it's deep state. 1984.
Look out for the thought police - they're knockin' at your door
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