Curl — Sneaker Pimps

Now your futures 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

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