Intro: Am



Am

Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour

    C

Cinematic but crude

Am

Teasing all my feelings out, you move away

           Fmaj7

It seems so natural to you



Am

Still siren, climbing up the victory tower

             C

Like there's something left to prove

Am

I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes

             Fmaj7

And free the fever to move



C

I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line

                                    G

I'm drawing the line, I draw the line

    Em            C

And I have my pride



I'm taking control, I'm taking control

                                     G

I'm taking control, I'm taking control

    Em           C

And I save my soul



I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out

                                         G

I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out

    Em             C

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