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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 Aus Songtexte Mania