Yeah, Draw your lines
Cause I'm cross, cross, crossing them
Dressed up and slipped out
Disappearing act, or am I in
I'm always down for the crime
But not always in for the sin
And like a meth lab explosion
Oh my god, it's happening again
So draw your lines
Cause I'm cross, cross, crossing them
Draw your lines
Let my work begin
Cross your lines
Stretch your strings
Yeah, your strings
Then I'll play you like a puppet
Stretch you by your string
Play you like a puppet
Draw your guns
My royalties and divine
And to my puppets
Draw your lines
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I would like to translate this poem