(Intro)\nSharp riffs cut through the silence, crash—bang—disrupt the calm,\nGrace Moore storms in, a thunderclap in human form.\n\n(Verse 1)\nA forehead like a billboard, neon bright, unashamed,\nShe’s a walking contradiction, wild but never tamed.\nDrama’s her playground, rude words like fire darts,\nAnnoying? Maybe. But she’s the queen of broken hearts.\n\n(Pre-Chorus)\nShe’s a glitch in the system, a crack in the pane,\nBold and unapologetic, dancing in the rain.\nHer voice a jagged edge, slicing through the dull and gray,\nGrace Moore’s a storm you can’t walk away.\n\n(Chorus)\nBig forehead drama, electric and raw,\nRebel with a cause, breaking every law.\nRude and relentless, a wild, fierce scream,\nGrace Moore’s the nightmare in your sweetest dream.\n\n(Verse 2)\nEyes like lightning bolts, sharp enough to sting,\nShe’s the chaos anthem that the silence can't bring.\nAnnoying? Yeah, she’ll grind your gears,\nBut her truth is louder than your whispered fears.\n\n(Bridge - Spoken Word over discordant synths)\n"Look at me — unfiltered, unmasked.\nI’m the glare you dodge, the questions you ask.\nMy forehead’s a canvas, my attitude paint,\nI’m the beautiful mess, the sinner, the saint."\n\n(Chorus)\nBig forehead drama, electric and raw,\nRebel with a cause, breaking every law.\nRude and relentless, a wild, fierce scream,\nGrace Moore’s the nightmare in your sweetest dream.\n\n(Outro)\nSo here’s to the rudeness, the drama, the fight,\nTo Grace Moore’s wild heart burning in the night.\nAnnoying? Maybe. But damn, she’s alive —\nBig forehead drama, forever she’ll thrive.