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.

(Sahlo folina...)

I created this world

To feel some control

Destroy it if I want

So I sing

(Sahlo folina...)

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.

I created this world

To feel some control

Destroy it if I want

So I sing

(Sahlo folina...)