weak, scared, paranoid - Intellectual

[Intro]

It could have been any day

Who gives a fuck? I'm not one to say

Drove my metal cage

The oncoming traffic calls my name

Maybe it’s time to act my age

When I arrived, the professor picked me out, “late again?”

I felt a thousand eyes of doubt, judgment crushing me

I swear I could hear their voices mocking, mocking me

Everything went dark, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t be

The best I could do was flee and sob alone in my car

Oh, Heaven ain’t so far

Oncoming traffic, metal cage

How can I feel such hate?

I retrеated to my prison, a fugitive of my fucking head

Dеfeated, disgusted, self derision

How could I be so lowbred?

I bashed my head into the fucking wall

Cursed myself, why do I have to be disgustingly tall

Embarrassed of what they see

I wish I could tear off this face

I wish I could get a god damn taste

I wish I wasn’t in this race

I wish I wasn’t such a waste of space

I wish I could fucking sleep at night

Wish I could fucking sleep