Kid you’ve got death hammered onto your knuckles like an omen, so tell me who put it there,
Kid, you’ve got a box full of matches in your back pocket, so tell me what’s gonna burn today,
Kid- are you listening?
I’m asking you a question- you’re recklessly loyal only to the crew, tell me why,
Stop flickering that smile like fire and look at me, listen close for once,
Why did you come here if you knew it would kill you?
Why did you come here if you knew it would burn?
Why are you so hell-bent on being the one to light the fuse?
Hey kid,
Answer me, I’ve got you pinned to the table like a butterfly,
Hey kid, what’s up with the way you smile at the one way mirror?
Hey kid, how’d you slip your cuffs?
Hey kid, where’d you get that knife?