Scratch in the lens again and I'm broken down
Amongst the weeds and sweet gum trees just blowing now
To the hum of a song or the grinding of the metal
The whole crowd roars when I'm torn in three
Where is your line?
Brushed like fire and bent like wire
Where is your line?
Brushed like fire and bent like wire
Just awakened eyes and arms fresh from fighting
The come down chills and combative pills will martyr
The celebrants and ghosts outstretched in the arena
Only being there I swear will prove you wrong
Only being there I swear will prove you wrong
Where is your line?
Brushed like fire and bent like wire
Where is your line?
Brushed like fire and bent like wire
I will not go back down there
I will not go back down there again
The wicks have met
The wicks have met
The wicks have met
The wicks have met
Brushed like fire and bent like wire
The wicks have met
The wicks have met
Brushed like fire and bent like wire
The wicks have met
The wicks have met

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