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