Weirdos

Calling out a may day, just a way to ask for help
 We're all in for the heyday, hope the payday goes to hell,
 And for the fading light in this 8am fight club,
 I'll be up all night, I made the latest from the die cuts
 Gaze at the brightness, the stars that burn the brightest
 Be the parts that break apart, I feed the art, you eat it's likeness,
 I dig hard into the deep end, been peeping in it's eyelids,
 They not sleeping, just seeking
 Out the dreams that we design and then I
 Pay to see the gates, they shining passively,
 Running down my patience, ain't a statement shaded gratefully,
 The cradle holds the graves of those
 That pace around their places noting bravery,
 Afraid to spin the tables, day to day, it changes A to Z
 This alphabet I helped finesse, to second guess a place for me,
 The bells and whistle call collect, except when I sit patiently
 His tells are only second best, I check in chess, but c'est la vie
 The shells he walks a pessimist, I'm fessing it to say the least
 We're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, look in at the people
 They're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, looking at the people
 We're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, look in at the people
 They're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, looking at the people
 Street lights swinging in the wind,
 Meet my enemies, they're fickle with my friends,
 She's five percent of me, a centerpiece of pin and needle pedigree,
 Depend on me for picking out your pins to push ahead of these,
 Evicted on a whim, I'm sick of this hit, burn an effigy
 Flicking both my wrists, if I cut, you open sesame
 Picture fever pitching, I will split the costs of rhetoric
 Efficient ain't my business, I make systems looking effortless
 The plug for your outlet, stepping doubtless into entropy,
 The fun thing about it, running foul without ascendency
 The son setting up the down, intelligent or menacing
 No sun to block us out, we're both the pen and then the sentencing
 So box me out, just fucking with the energy,
 Allowed a filler, here and now, to chuck it with the Benedicts
 A tune to fit the crowd, to help them bicker with dependency,
 Assuming we get out to tell the truth and know definitely
 We're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, look in at the people
 They're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, looking at the people
 We're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, look in at the people
 They're all of the weirdos, all are the weirdos,
 All of the weirdos, looking at the people