now your future's got me told

stopped breathing on my own

i curl to break consent

to print the facts in stone



suppose for seconds you forget your past

neglect to turn in think straight stand out last



and i curl now to help me find you out

we're keeping devils down and sleeping sound



now your newspeak's ageing thin

a pale and hanging faith

a devil sick on sin

will curl against its place



itch to scratch

to strike my past from all it's owed

it's sold