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