the last man in europe sat at the pavement cafe the clock struck thirteen in the middle of the day loudspeakers crackling with a marching tunes all day long with frequent reports of victores that had been won
this was the vision he farsaw way way back in 1984
when the ministry of truth had rewritten history full of passionate intensity black and white had both marged into grey leaving only one law to obey
this must be newtopia where ignorance is bliss surely no betrayal in this kiss
everybody equal with no more chosen few if brother knows what's best for you