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 devils down and sleeping sound now your newspeak's ageing 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 it's owed it's sold
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