What? This is a story that I hate to tell Derived from a hierarchy of popularity These children are still not men Sometimes I question if they ever will be I've been constantly brainwashed In this cosmic vortex of death I never thought it'd get this bad Drowning in these social waters "Define me" "Please like me" That's all they really want to get from you Maligning You never actually know What goes on behind those doors They'll take a knife Then happily stab you in the back Don't tell me I look complex I never thought it would get this bad Drowning in these social waters Have I fallen out with everybody here I don't want to know if that's real or not I forgot your face I want to leave this place An unfortunate disgrace This is far from acceptable Honesty I'd prefer you to hate me Rather satisfactory I'm disappointed Poorly manufactured and overproduced I don't want to be here I'm sick and tired of everything You put me through No reason No purpose Where are your friends? I'm afraid they're not here A weak, pathetic culture With nothing to lose I've got no friends, and I don't care