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