Drawing the Line
Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hourCinematic but crudeTeasing all my feelings out, you move awayIt seems so natural to you
Still siren, climbing up the victory towerLike there's something left to proveI trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyesAnd free the fever to move
I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the lineI'm drawing the line, I draw the lineAnd I have my prideI'm taking control, I'm taking controlI'm taking control, I'm taking controlAnd I save my soulI'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you outI'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you outAnd I have no doubt
Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches outThen discarding the usedRecording all my problems onto memory cardsYour compassion unmoved
Onto others what they always do to youThe most twisted of your rulesDistill malaise and photograph the hole it leavesRunning out a copy for you
I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the lineI'm drawing the line, I draw the lineAnd I have my prideI'm taking control, I'm taking controlI'm taking control, I'm taking controlAnd I save my soulI'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you outI'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you outAnd I have no doubt