[INTRO] (Vinyl crackle) (Pause) Do you know what sucks… About being a Thoughtaholic? (Pause) Every thought feels important. Every feeling feels permanent. Every question feels unanswered. Every answer creates another question. (Pause) And somewhere between… Who I was. Who I am. And who I’m becoming. I got lost. (Pause) Or maybe… I finally found myself. [BUILD] Life Is A Rehab. Love Is A Risk. Faith Is A Question. Fear Is A Gift. The Devil Wrote Letters. God Never Replied. My Head Ran Away. My Mind Stayed Behind. [ORCHESTRA BEGINS] I searched for Heaven. Found Hell. I searched for Hell. Found Me. I searched for Me. Found Nothing. I searched for Nothing. Found Everything. [DRUMS BUILD] Maybe that’s why… I keep writing. Maybe that’s why… You’re still listening. Maybe that’s why… We’re still here. (Crowd chanting: “Dustin… Dustin… Dustin…”) [DROP] I AM. THAT I AM. WE ARE. WHO WE ARE. [IMPACT] Welcome… To Thoughtaholic.
