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.

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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.

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The lines decide for me no longer

I go over anywhere

sober, or very hangover

If it matters, I don't care.

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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.

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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.