Drawing lines on the pavement
very thin lines maybe meant
to be crossed
Being out of line for a moment
maybe it's just how it's meant
to be anyway
Going further to the other side
further away with no regrets
and no turning backs?
Giving in to what is weak
just put your mind away from it
and face the light
Repress it more and more
just for a little longer
face the light
And just remember where that line
has been drawn in coloured ink
it comes faster than you think
that you cross to the wrong side
In your life of white and black
doesn't matter what you do
the line will always haunt and taunt you
once it's drawn you can't go back
So face the light
ignore the voice
Anyway there is no choice
sit back and wait for your monsters
to come for you