Drawing the Line - Porcupine Tree

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 the siren climbing up her 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

Unto 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

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