The Ministry Of Truth

Crowned with purified illusion Right behind the throne you stand Get me rid of your religion The religion of the damned

Stripped of all the gifts corrupt They cease to live and cease to die It is rude to interrupt While you are preaching genocide

You're keeping the hands on the pulse Of the mentally deranged They are helpless, speechless And too blind to be afraid of the world

Of your world that spins no more Of the hatred that you brought Right into the hearts of youth The ministry of truth

Keeping the hands on the pulse Of the mentally deranged But it's their right To nourish the mutual hate Hate for the world

For your world that spins no more Due to madness that you brought Right into the minds of youth The ministry of truth