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 down and sleeping sound



Now your newspeak's aging thin

A pale and hanging faith

A devil sick on sin

Will curl against it's place



Itch to scratch

To strike my past from all it's owed

It's sold