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