Drawing The Line

Gm Gm Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour A# Cinematic but crude Gm Teasing all my feelings out, you move away D#maj7 It seems so natural to you Gm Still siren, climbing up the victory tower A# Like there's something left to prove Gm I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes D#maj7 And free the fever to move A# I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line F I'm drawing the line, I draw the line Dm A# And I have my pride I'm taking control, I'm taking control F I'm taking control, I'm taking control Dm A# And I save my soul I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out F I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out Dm A# And I have no doubt (And then it goes like this..) 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