Could it be? That you gave your last goodbye?
  Wave those arms about, just spin around and scream
  Where are we? Safe sounds familiar it's no fun anymore
  Save sterile warnings 1984
  Look around
  Can't let all the time fly by
  Never heard a song, I didn't want to sing
  And even when you're satisfied
  Might as well decide to turn around and dig your grave
  Back in 84', 1984, back in 84'
  Grave running out, rotting out, running out
  I can't forget a hidden disease like a sprinkler in a cemetary
  Like flowers for those dead bodies, I don't walk there anymore