Newspeak (Room 101)

Stuck in a foreign land, stuck in a distant place
Following the footsteps, to a secret space
A body was found with a lily in its hand
Pushed from society, pushed too far
Rapid movements calling, calling in fast
Left with an internal scar

The faceless are walking, the light is calling
Covered in a frozen chill, was it the final thrill?
Laid into a tomb, planted underground
The world stopped spinning, around and round
Transparent voices, shrieking in delight
Grasping open eyes, made it to the other side

You've taken something solid from me
Give me something to call my own
You sold something inside of me
Give me something to call my own

A slight reaction, with no resolution
Still in the search for a broken revolution
A body was found with a lily in its hand
Pushed from society, pushed too far
Rapid movements calling, calling in fast
Left with an internal scar

You've taken something solid from me
Give me something to call my own
You sold something inside of me
Give me something to call my own