Lyrics Thought Cop 2084 - Rod West

Your feelings are under arrest
You got bad thoughts which i detest
I can't shoot you cuz i got no gun
I incarcerate the minds of scum

Yer bad
Yer bad
Yer bad
Yer bad

I got my badge for erasing minds
You'd be surprised by the shit i can find
A dash of reason and a pinch of sense
Ain't got no place as a proper defense

Yer bad
Yer bad
Yer bad
Yer bad

Here's your cotton candy follow me
In these pink clouds of barbed wire you'll be free
Free of sin

And their hatred will be perfect
Like a shining diamond
Like a knife
Like a tiger
Like hemlock
Their finest art

There is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
To kill anybody

Knee deep in this samizdat
Old disk drives and brick-a-brack
Gotta crack down, gotta crack down
On this samizdat
People hide in print on screen
Insinuating corruption and greed
Gotta crack down, gotta crack down
On this samizdat
Me so lonely