Ruthless Originals - "1984: Under Big Brother's Gaze" (Alternate Lyrics) - Ruthless Remixes

Alternate lyrics and arrangement.
What would it feel like to live every moment under constant watch, knowing that even your private thoughts are not your own? Imagine a world where your memories could be erased or rewritten and your every move monitored.
How would you react if the truth was constantly manipulated, leaving you unsure of what’s truly real? In such a world, is there any room left for rebellion?
What would it take for someone to resist, even when silence and control seem absolute? Can the spark of freedom survive when everything around you demands submission?
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[LYRICS]
Beneath the gaze of unseen eyes,
We walk through whispers, telling lies.
The streets, they echo hollow dreams,
Where hope once lived, it’s died it seems.
History twists with every breath,
Memories fade, dissolve in death.
The Ministry of Truth, they spin,
Rewriting History so they win.
Big Brother sees, ten thousand eyes,
The silence grows and freedom dies.
The Telescreen commands your mind,
No questions left, no truths to find.
Under Big Brother’s gaze, we kneel,
Eyes that burn, but never feel.
Thoughts erased by a whispered lie,
There really is no You or I.
The Memory Hole consumes us all,
History fades and Heroes fall.
Under the gaze of the nameless face,
We live in fear with smiles in place.
The air is thick with Thoughtcrimes burned,
No backward glance, no page unturned.
Each breath is weighed, each step we trace,
Our minds imprisoned, held in place.
In every corner, the wires hum,
Erasing futures yet to come.
The Telescreen reflects our fears,
A life unspoken through our years.
Big Brother hears, but never shows,
The shadow rules, the silence grows.
Each passing thought, a risk too high,
We guard our minds, and live the lie.
Under Big Brother’s gaze, we crawl,
And pray we never get the call.
Dreams crushed out with quiet sigh,
In this world, we can’t ask why.
Filling up the Memory Hole,
Erasing Truth, rewriting soul.
Under the weight of heartless might,
The whispers start to know what's right.
In the silence of the endless dark,
We once held flame, a fleeting spark.
But every light is crushed by steel,
And every book, they burn or seal.
Yet deep within, a spark remains,
In the heart that beats beneath the chains.
The Memory Hole may tear the past,
But truth will surface, unsurpassed.
Under Big Brother’s gaze, we lie,
Eyes to the ground, underneath his sky.
But in the silence, hearts ignite,
And someday soon, will start to fight.
Under the weight of a faceless might,
There are whispers reaching for the light.
Under the heel, we start to see,
That even here, we might be free.