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