Don't Cross Me Lyrics - The Sweetest Condition

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!