Fool me once's throwing lit matches
on floors of poured on gasoline
it's begging fires to make you ashes,
lick the soul inside you clean.
I'm sure you'll cry in that 'crime scene'
about injustice and whatnot,
but if the scale is tipped I'm not
going by law, or signs to stop.
The lines decide for me no longer
I go over anywhere
sober, or very hangover
If it matters, I don't care.
Cross me once, then throw up fists
and feed the kids candy and toys
it's human blood inside your veins
so if you want to live don't breathe.
Stop making moves, or stall until
I die or forget how to kill
the thought of me is what will count
the drawn in eyes should keep you still.