Life is for weirdos,
Sometimes I wonder why it never shows.
When everything is meant to lie,
They just sit back and do or die.
If there were another war,
They'd preach that we'd never gone to hell before.
What is weird anyway?
In the face of opposition to run or stay?
To worry about your friend' well-being.
To perform without them seeing.
And then you try with all you'll be,
You try to make them see,
To see the Art in me.
If they knew the world through our eyes,
Would they believe it only as lies?
The time has come for you to be known,
Your true self has not yet been shown.
Show them, and wait for the day.
When all the other "weirdos" come our way.