Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
Cinematic but crude
Teasing all my feelings out, you move away

It seems so natural to you

Still siren, climbing up the victory tower

Like there's something left to prove
I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes
And free the fever to move


I'm drawing the line, i'm drawing the line
I'm drawing the line, i draw the line

And i have my pride
I'm taking control, i'm taking control
I'm taking control, i'm taking control

And i save my soul
I'm shutting you out, i'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, i'm shutting you out

And i have no doubt

Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches out

Then discarding the used
Recording all my problems onto memory cards
Your compassion unmoved


Onto others what they always do to you
The most twisted of your rules

Distill malaise and photograph the hole it leaves
Running out a copy for you


I'm drawing the line, i'm drawing the line
I'm drawing the line, i draw the line
And i have my pride

I'm taking control, i'm taking control
I'm taking control, i'm taking control
And i save my soul

I'm shutting you out, i'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, i'm shutting you out
And i have no doubt