Lyrics:

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