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 just curl now to help me find you out
We're keeping devils 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
1 | 6 Underground |
2 | Spin Spin Sugar |
3 | Post-Modern Sleaze |
4 | Low Place Like Home |
5 | Tesko Suicide |
6 | Half Life |
7 | After Every Party I Die |
8 | How Do |
9 | Lightning Field |
10 | Destroying Angel |