Stuck In Dirt

Cross your Ts, and dot your Is
There's no escaping now
Crashing through your safety net
You'll be caught in our arms

Twist and turn, wiggle you worm
There's no escaping now
Like bait hooked at the end of a rod
Your end is now, it's our turn

Cross who you like, close your eyes
Doesn't matter what you try to do
You're trapped to our judgment
Cheating, you created this hand

Honestly, crooks have morals
Your filth was easiest to spot
The way it trials behind you
You can't escape, it's your fault

So cross your arms, bullet in the eye
You failed to clean your act
So easy to follow, so wrong
Honestly, we're happy
Happy that you're gone