Letra de Weirdo

Conservation of the conversation
You've got the future in your hands but you'll never stop complaining
You're ignorant but you're into it
And I'm getting sick and tired of all of this shit
Calling me a slave and saying I submit
But at least I'll admit that I'm a
Bipolar (roller coaster), pot smoker (never sober), bad odour (no deodorant), fucking faggot (no homo)

'It's funny how the colours of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen'

I'm exhausted and nauseous and you get offended when I talk like this
So I will not abort the morbid thoughts I left in my closet
Holy shit, it's not nonsense
This is progress

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING A WEIRDO?