Don't Cross Me

Your justice
has no conscience.
Close your eyes and point.
She’s guilty!
He’s guilty!
No time for
evolution!
Only final
solution.
Guilty!
You’re guilty!
Write our names
into your book,
persecuted for the
way we look.
Guilty!
You’re guilty!
Line us up
and pull the trigger.
Shoot to kill
‘cause it makes you feel bigger.
Guilty!
You’re guilty!
You can do anything you want;
keep the chains tight around free thought.
You can live your righteous lie,
but don’t cross me.
Don’t cross me.
You can do anything you please—
have them worshipping on their knees;
tie the noose tight around their necks,
but don’t cross me.
Don’t cross me!
You reason
with your demon;
play the victim well.
Guilty!
You’re guilty!
You cannot
wash your hands clean
feeding into
the war machine!
You’re guilty!
Don’t cross me. (Don't, don’t, don’t, don’t)
Don’t cross me!
You can do anything you want;
keep the chains tight around free thought.
You can live your righteous lie,
but don’t cross me.
Don’t cross me.
You can do anything you please—
have them worshipping on their knees;
tie the noose tight around their necks,
but don’t cross me.
Don’t cross me!