Text: Faction. Yesterday Is Gone. Room 101.

A place for you if you do what's wrong
Goes beyond you wildest dream
The know of you horrid fear, you know they're what they seem
Disagree with what they say and do, you'll have to pay the price
In the night they'll come and get you
you can't put up a fight
Room 101, the place of your fear
What will you do to get out of there
Confess to something that you've done, you've had too much fun
The secret police aren't so secret no more, you feel their sadistic greed
Room 101 is the next door
Torturous, inhuman deeds
they've got you now, you're in a fix, you're strapped into a chair
They make you wait to build suspense, their ways were never fair
You'll remain on the brink of death but they won't let you die
The day that you're allowed to leave you'll be part of their lie