Breathing like I'm seething
Like my bill of rights is being burned before my eyes
Seeing, disbelieving
Like some trick of lights is being played to hide the lies

What you're taking out on me now
What you're rakin' down my back
It ain't showing
But I ain't faking nothing so I guess
It means I ain't taking what you're throwing

You can draw my blood
Watch me bleed, but I ain't dyin'
Got my lucky star
My spirit's free, this time I'm buyin'

Grieving till I'm free again
Till your love no longer comes haunting in my sleep
Weaving over bleeding
This creature of habit will not be obsolete

What you're taking out on me now
What you're rakin' down my back
It ain't showing
But I ain't faking nothing so I guess
It means I ain't taking what you're throwing

You can draw my blood
Watch me bleed, but I ain't dyin'
Got my lucky star
My spirit's free, this time I'm buyin'
Lucky star, my spirit is free again

[Poets Of The Fall]
Every single wound that weeps
Every jaded memory
Calls for a new one in it's place
So let me lead you through this dance
Of guilty pleasures in advance
Peachy at the corners of your mouth

Sands of time will fall...

You can throw me off my course
I will make it my resource
Just to be myself