Rake It In - Imogen Heap

I am here again

Tied up in your torture frame

Printed paper, guilty to blame

The story stays the same

Dry me out

Run me down

Burn me out

And rake it in, you rake it in Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah

A slave upon your plate

I am your dreams, yeah your life and your bait

Selfish schemes, i proceed, you await

You my indefinite hate

Do you know what my chopping blocks for?

Do you know what my hanging braids for?

Do you know what my chamber maids for?

Can you guess what i, what i have in store for you?