Gatekeepers from Public Death by PUBLIC DEATH

Answers that can't be questioned, it's simpler to condemn
anything you don't agree with
Your "logic" bears no weight, but you control the gate
You don't read books, you just burn them

You want me dead but you'll settle for submission
You tip your hand now and then
Social credit score, knocking on my door
Make Orwell fiction again

It's difficult to free fools from the chains they admire
Their antibody reaction tells you all you need to know
Stuff you don't like is "hAtE"--hall monitor of the over state
Book burning looks much nobler when you're not using real fire

You want me dead but you'll settle for submission
You tip your hand now and then
Social credit score, knocking on my door
Make Orwell fiction again

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