When you’re told what to think

By populist rhetoric and martial law

When you’re told when to blink

Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.

When your mental health’s on the brink

From constant pressure galore

And your heart starts to sink

Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.

When your only relief is drugs and drink

And your spirit is broken to its core

As they dismantle every link

Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.

When your future’s as bright as invisible ink

Wondering; is it really worth fighting for?

When dreams so big are forced to shrink

Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.