I committed a semantic crime
Yellow lights flicker on the circus walls
Above the canvas, velvet falls
They made themselves a voiceless dead queen
Just the way they like their women on the silver screen
Sectarians with diamond eyes
Praying underneath cathedral lights
They rewrite the fabric of real life
Like truth itself's a televised lie
In newspeak everything is simplified
Saint or traitor, black or white
And I burn in the algorithm's trial
While the crowd goes wild
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My crime was saying
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Now I'm underneath the spotlights
On the live transmission of the altar
Everybody's judging me tonight
But I say it again
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Every tragedy becomes a slogan
Wrapped in ribbons for the TV lines
It's all moral performance theater
With perfect teeth and scripted cries
They sing together in unison
Like a church beneath sacred light
Speaking softly in newspeak language
While they tear each other apart
Everything is simplified
Saint or traitor, black or white
And I burn in the algorithm's trial
While the crowd goes wild
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My crime was saying
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Now I'm underneath the spotlights
On the live transmission of the altar
Everybody's judging me tonight
But I say it again
Body
The altar's just an intellectual simulacrum
Of nineteen eighty-four in designer clothes
Thoughtcrime does not entail death: Thoughtcrime is death
Echoes through the stadium smoke
Than speak their porcelain language
Where every word is sterilized
They needed villains for the livestream
So they dressed us up in shame
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My crime was saying
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Now I'm underneath the spotlights
On the live transmission of the altar
Everybody's judging me tonight
But I say it again
Body
Red lipstick on the accusation
Calling language itself violence
While the real violence is here
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