Winter

A wall fell down, freedom came

And all is fine is what they say

Believe and everyone can choose

His own way of life today

Fast food and TV and nice cars for all

And phone sex is hot for those who call

But it feels like winter, it's cold here

And no one knows no one

Seems like in Orwell's '84

See people running for shelter

And systems of hatred

And police as terrorists, the law

There's children begging in the streets

And always masses on the door

There's suicide and murder every day

We have sold our soul

Fast food and TV and nice cars for all

And phone sex is hot for those who call

But it feels like winter, it's cold here

And no one knows no one

Seems like in Orwell's '84

See people running for shelter

And systems of hatred

And police as terrorists, the law

A wall fell down, freedom came

And all is fine is what they say

Believe and everyone can choose

His own way of life today

Fast food and TV and nice cars for all

And phone sex is hot for those who call

But it feels like winter, it's cold here

And no one knows no one

Seems like in Orwell's '84

See people running for shelter

And systems of hatred

And police as terrorists, the law