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