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 masses not a prison system

hate
hate, I can feel hate, cause I am hate and I feel hate