I am the singer Who sings for you I am a ready writer With a song or two And my brush strokes Paint a picture that's true I'm just a vessel From which it comes through But I draw the line Won't compromise Won't fall for the lies I draw the line I am the singer I'm a person, too If you cut me I bleed Just like you I'm not your plaything I'm not a puppet on your strings I've got a mind of my own That can freely think And I draw the line I won't be blind I've opened my eyes I draw the line All that glitters grows old I'm not merchandise that can be sold It's not worth a small of piece of gold I won't let you take my soul I draw the line Won't compromise Won't fall for the lies I draw the line Won't entertain you Won't sing the song of fools I won't bow down to you Or give up my God for you Won't make a deal with you Or play the game with you There's too much to lose, yeah You won't dictate my value All that glitters grows old I'm not merchandise that can be sold Not worth a small of piece of gold I won't let you take my soul I am the singer I am the singer I am the singer I am the singer I am the singer Who sings for you I am a ready writer With a song or two