Urban hipster, the new gangsta, frightened by the club A new age mannequin packin' air cuts instead of packin' guns Magazines for more voxes won't teach you how to feel They trade in their rights for indie rock charts to tell them what is real When did they answer? Put on the costume Gave them the right to ostracize Out of the woodwork, at the visionado Where is the line? Where is the line? Between your flesh and in your mind Where is the line? Where is the line? Cause some of us are blind Where is the line? Where is the line? To be yourself is not a crime Where is the line? Where is the line? Cause some of us are blind She's out street bled with no smile At the local record store She's acting the role of Johnson the Pod Pretending to be bored The truth about conformity is It bites without a sting Trends come and go but when you're alone It doesn't mean nothing One day they asked her Put her on the costume Gave her the right to Ostracize out of the wood what? As a vision a door Answer one question Where is the line? Where is the line? Between your flesh and in your mind Where is the line? Where is the line? Cause some of us are blind Where is the line? Where is the line? To be yourself is not a crime Where is the line? Where is the line? Cause some of us are blind Where is the line? Where is the line? Between your flesh and in your mind Where is the line? Where is the line? Cause some of us are blind Where is the line? Where is the line? To be yourself is not a crime Where is the line? Where is the line? Cause some of us are blind Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow Here today but forgot the tomorrow