A Girl A Gun A Ghost Boy, You Better Save Face Lyrics

Baby Boy's got a bad attitude
And he'd like to tell you where you've fallen short
Elite or insecure... you tell me

Rome is gonna burn
With the fury of a God
This six string dynamite will ignite
A revolution
These notes are not frequencies
These words are not poetry...
Listen up Boy
We've got the new noise
We'll share it with you
But you make the choice...

Elite or insecure?
How can we know for sure?
We'll throw him overboard...
Just let him drown

Baby Boy's got a bad attitude
And he'd like to tell you where you've fallen short
Elite or insecure... you tell me

Open your eyes; Why can't you see
What it is that inspires me?
Shed the burden of this visage;
Take off the mask, ignore the mirage...
Do not listen, you are your own
Rollow your own path, reap what you sow

Nero's fingertips, like a noose around the neck, nimbly dancing until rubble is all that's left. Thumbs down for you, gladiator, your black grown flooding Hades. Marching down, step by step, a faux facade parade
Baby boy, you've got to go...

(Elite or insecure)
Baby boy, you know there's nothing to see
So listen up, hear me out, and face the reality
That you don't know me;
You think that you own me;
I don't care about a single thing
That you show me
Everyone knows
They should be watchin their toes
When the names start droppin'
And your ego show shows
So give up now, before it's too late;
Just turn and leave, while you can still save face

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