Ruthless Originals - "1984: Under Big Brother's Gaze" - Ruthless Remixes

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:
The Ministry of Truth, they spin,
Rewriting History so they win.
The streets, they echo hollow dreams,
Where hope once lived, it’s died it seems.
Big Brother sees, ten thousand eyes,
His power grows and freedom dies.
The Telescreen commands your mind,
No questions left, no truths to find.
Under Big Brother’s gaze,
we kneel.
Under eyes that watch, but never feel.
The Memory Hole
consumes us all:
history fades and heroes fall.
Under the gaze of His changeless face,
We live in fear, our smiles in place.
The air is thick with Thoughtcrimes burned,
No free will left, no page unturned.
In every corner, the wires hum,
Erasing futures yet to come.
Big Brother hears, but never shows,
His shadow rules, His silence grows.
Each passing thought, a risk too high,
We guard our minds, and live His lie.
Under Big Brother’s Gaze,
we crawl,
Understanding that we'll never have it all.
Filling up
The Memory Hole:
Erasing Truth, rewriting soul.
Under the weight of His 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, He'll burn or seal.
Yet deep within, a spark remains,
In the heart that beats beneath His chains.
The Memory Hole may tear the past,
But truth will have its day at last.
Under Big Brother’s Gaze,
we lie
on the ground
beneath His sky.
Under the weight of His might,
There are whispers of the light.
Under His heel, we begin to see,
That even here, we might again
be free.