Is it that they are fools?

Or are the eyes lying?

Are they to suffer most?

Or can it trickle downward?

Lock horns with Azrael

They are the myth, and they burn the sun

They are the outliers of life

They carry weathered burdens

And they're known throughout the city

When times are tough, they call on us

Are you afraid of time?

Or do you dread today?

Would you say you're deprived?

Or could we say the same?

Names etched upon the rock

Phenoms within stoic psalms

We are the outliers of life

We carry teakwood burdens

And we are the luckiest fucks alive

When times are tough, they count on us, they call to us

Give back the best part

Take back the worst incisions

Let go and respond

Call them blood now

They won't leave it alone

It won't leave them alone

The endless scrap of life

The endless scrap of life

Lock horns with Azrael

She is a myth, and she burns the sun

They are the outliers of life

They carry battered burdens

They are the luckiest fucks alive

When times are tough, they call on us

they count on us, they come to us