Fan the Flames

Took a dagger
Straight to my back
Expecting me to stagger
But as a matter of fact
I'm using that same knife
To cut our ties
And weed my way through
your fables and lies
Because you talk so much
But what does it mean
when you point your finger
and your hands aren't clean?
But it's not my problem anymore
Because it's not my lesson to be learned
I'll just stand back
When karma reacts
and fan the flames as your blazes burn