The thought police are female (Song about the TEA (spy on men) app)

Big Brother ain't a dude, she's wearin' heels now
Eyes in every thread, every click, every sound
Say somethin' slick? It’s already been found
She read your mind before the words left your mouth

Winston whispered — I know the feel, bro
Doublethinkin' every line, gotta keep it low
Can't joke, can't vent, can’t even let it show
Airstrip One’s a TikTok scroll

Thoughtcrime — yeah, they know what you think
Speak foul on queens, get canceled in a blink
Ain’t no diary safe, ain’t no privacy link
She the Thought Police — and she runnin' this thing

Goldstein lookin’ soft next to her wrath
You diss once, she rewinds your whole past
Screenshots live forever, no escape hatch
Even Newspeak can’t dodge the backlash

Room 101? Nah, it's a group chat
Call-out posts with your quote in caps
She don’t need rats, just facts and receipts
You hit “send,” now you're six feet deep

Thoughtcrime — yeah, they know what you think
Speak foul on queens, get canceled in a blink
Ain’t no diary safe, ain’t no privacy link
She the Thought Police — and she runnin' this thing

It's not hate — it's the fear to critique
Say “calm down,” now you labeled as weak
No debate, just the echo repeat
You the villain if you dare to speak

Orwell warned us, but we laughed at the text
Now she’s watchin’ like a drone on your ex
Respect's real — but control’s a hex
You ain’t free if you scared to flex

They say the diary’s where a man can speak free,
But she got sensors in the margins, reading what you think secretly.
Step outta line with a stray diss? Too late,
She got drones in your notes like a surveillance state.

"You wrote WHAT about me?"—now the room gettin’ colder,
Thought Crime alert, she just tapped your shoulder.
No un-good words, no wrong opinions,
Even in your mind, she’s sending her minions.

Private page? Nah, that’s public record,
She’s the Ministry of Love, but the love got wrecked, bruh.
Doublethink hard—"You’re loyal, right?"
Meanwhile, she’s scanning every line you write.

(Thought Police in a dress, yeah she monitoring speech,
Write it down in the book, she still calling the heat.
Private words ain’t private, better watch how you talk,
Even ink in the shadows get erased with the chalk.)

1984 but the telescreen’s her eyes,
Miss Big Sister clocking every word you disguise.
You thought "just a joke," but the humor’s revoked,
Now you’re Room 101-bound getting "re-educated," folks.

She got the receipts from pages you burned,
Memory holed? Nah, the lesson’s been learned.
Freedom’s an illusion when she’s auditing thoughts,
Even whispers in cipher get decoded and caught.

So keep your pen silent or face the correction,
One wrong line and you lose her affection.
Big Brother’s harsh, but she’s harsher, believe—
The Thought Police? Yeah, she’s taking your leave.