I could take the high road
          But I know that I'm going low
          I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
          
          I could take the high road
          But I know that I'm going low
          I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
          I could take the high road
          But I know that I'm going low
          I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
          
          This is the sound we make
          When in between two places
          Where we used to bleed
          And where our blood needs to be
          
          I could take the high road
          But I know that I'm going low
          I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
          I could take the high road
          But I know that I'm going low
          I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
          
          In city, I feel my spirit is contained
          Like neon inside the glass, they form my brain
          But I recently discovered
          It's a heatless fire
          Like nicknames they give themselves to uninspire
          Begin with bullet, now add fire to the proof
          But I'm still not sure if fear's a rival or a close relative to truth
          Either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you
          The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through