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.