[Hook: Gao the Arsonist]
You dance like a marionette
The uncanny valley needs depth
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet
Crack in the porcelain, tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death
You laugh with hand on your neck
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque
Idle eyes, broken grasp
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf, it's beautiful
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals
Betray your trust, in private I'm just molten glass

[Verse 1: Gao the Arsonist]
Drinking in Pixel light, you don't want the sun to touch mе
Oxidize and iron turns to rust in my bloodstream
Overhеated CPU mirages, n***a I'm seeping through the pauses in your laughter
Fill up the gaps, no choice but love me
Figurine molded into figurehead
They replaced the nicotine with **** in their cigarettes
Independents spill acrylic on the internet
Watching where the sinners step
(This is the Arsonist)

[Hook: Gao the Arsonist]
You dance like a marionette
The uncanny valley needs depth
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet
Crack in the porcelain, tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death
You laugh with hand on your neck
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque
Idle eyes, broken grasp
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf, it's beautiful
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals
Betray your trust, in private I'm just molten glass
[Verse 2: Gao the Arsonist]
Got my neck caught in a wire trap
Algorithms out your rhythms better than the a wiretap
Audience puppeteering, tear up when the wires snap
I'm circuit boards and wires
Spreading fire when I break
My skin is reflecting n***as desires back in they face
I been infecting wounds and infesting lifetimes prior to prepping your grave
Data collection no I'm collecting souls
I compile them to better lure prey
I'm acquiring your tastes
Online liars are lying in wait

[Hook: Gao the Arsonist]
You dance like a marionette
The uncanny valley needs depth
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet
Crack in the porcelain, tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death
You laugh with hand on your neck
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque
Idle eyes, broken grasp
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf, it's beautiful
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals
Betray your trust, in private I'm just molten glass

[Outro: Overpade with Gao the Arsonist]
It’s all a front, the jig is up, yeah
Not talking much, yeah, not acting up, yeah
The face that I stole is to be someone to love, yeah
Not one to judge yeah, I still get judged yeah
It’s all a front, the jig is up, yeah
Not talking much, yeah, not acting up, yeah
The face that I stole is to be someone to love, yeah
The jig is beautiful, the jig is beautiful