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
Were keeping down and sleeping sound
Now your newspeaks aging 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 its owed
Its sold