Exhausted mentally, inner stain emotionally
At a loss intellectually, held up by the force of the angry
I've linked on with the lonely, avoiding popularity
Distancing myself socially
I trudged up trudged up but it's totally
Die
I feel friction
Ah my brain feels like soup, I'm a mess sometimes but not always
I was born interactive, but certain concepts are difficult
And I feel the world needs a recall because of the
Interaction thats inside my brain and the dead just won't explain
I can, I mean, I can, I can really hate
I'm in a chamber of ma**es not a prison system
Hate
Hate, I can feel hate, cause I am hate and I feel hate