Album: Splinter

Curl


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