THOUGHTAHOLIC EXTRAVAGANZA

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[INTRO]
(Vinyl crackle)
Thoughtaholic…
What am I even talking about?
(DJ Scratch)
[PART 1: GUTTER TALK]
I was pulled from the gutter.
Thrown in a mud puddle.
Held down to drown by God.
Then helped up by the Devil.
Looked them both in the eye.
Smiled through a tear.
Said…
“I’m better.”
Not better than you.
Better than who I was.
Karma’s kiss
Was the first time I felt her.
Selling fear as faith.
Selling sin as sense.
Selling pieces of myself
To pay emotional rent.
I begged.
I pleaded.
I pledged allegiance.
I just wanted
To breathe.
[DJSCRATCH]
“What am I even writing about?”
[PART 2: HER]
Then I saw her.
Truth stripped naked.
Lies folded neatly
On the floor beside her.
Creature of darkness.
Creature of light.
The first touch.
The first rush.
The first reason
To stay up all night.
Daddy wounds.
Closed eyes.
Broken wills.
Fake goodbyes.
Blessed.
Yet never risen.
Above the prison
She inherited.
[BEAT SWITCH]
[PART 3: THE SYSTEM]
Advocates advocating.
Narratives narrating.
Parents parenting.
Children inheriting.
Dreams downloaded.
Thoughts uploaded.
Choices chosen
Before we knew
We had them.
Peace remains in pieces.
Scattered puzzles
Across the floor.
Everyone fighting wars.
Nobody remembers
What they’re fighting for.
[DJSCRATCH]
Seriously…
What am I even writing about?
[PART 4: BRAIN CHEMISTRY]
Stress fills my belly.
Dopamine sells me.
Serotonin tells me
Everything’s okay.
Until it isn’t.
Neurotransmitters negotiating
Terms and conditions.
Consciousness trapped
Inside subscriptions.
Black and white thinking.
Gray area missing.
Everybody searching
Everywhere else.
Instead of themselves.
[BEAT DROP]
[PART 5: NPC]
Artificial intelligence.
Artificial significance.
Nothing means anything.
Until we think.
And that’s when it happens.
THAT’S WHEN WE THINK.
Books.
Notes.
Goals.
Quotes.
Puking truths.
Shitting beliefs.
Running from relief.
Created by creators
Creating creation.
Promising greatness.
While forgetting
What already is.
[DJSCRATCH]
[PART 6: RELIGION]
Three cheers
For inherited certainty.
Preachers preaching.
Teachers teaching.
Followers following.
Questioning forbidden.
Secrets hidden.
Thought suspended.
Who saves us?
God?
The Devil?
Christ?
The preacher?
The therapist?
Or the voice
Inside us?
[BEAT SWITCH]
[PART 7: PIMP TALK]
I’m a poetic God.
Finger-fucked by thought.
Dragging meaning
Across paper.
Like a wounded prophet.
I ain’t Baptist.
Mormon.
Catholic.
Protestant.
I’m whatever survives
When the labels die.
Chain dangling.
Hat bent.
Holy Ghost
Got the message.
Wheeeew…
[PART 8: THE JOKE]
Button-up too bright.
Comb-over too tight.
Dad hat.
Penny loafers.
Thong sandals.
Everybody posing.
Everybody selling.
Everybody yelling.
Nobody listening.
I’m on my…
“Ain’t no tellin’.”
[DJSCRATCH]
[FINAL PART: HOPE]
BUT WAIT.
There’s still hope.
There’s still breath.
There’s still choice.
There’s still movement.
There’s still change.
There’s still life.
There’s still us.
There’s still tomorrow.
There’s still meaning.
There’s still reason.
There’s still…
Three Days Grace.
“It’s Never Too Late.”
[OUTRO]
Maybe that’s enough.
Maybe that’s everything.
Maybe that’s the joke.
(Vinyl crackle)
(Lonely scratch)

(Fade)

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[INTRO] (Vinyl crackle) Thoughtaholic… What am I even talking about? (DJ Scratch) [PART 1: GUTTER TALK] I was pulled from the gutter. Thrown in a mud puddle. Held down to drown by God. Then helped up by the Devil. Looked them both in the eye. Smiled through a tear. Said… “I’m better.” Not better than you. Better than who I was. Karma’s kiss Was the first time I felt her. Selling fear as faith. Selling sin as sense. Selling pieces of myself To pay emotional rent. I begged. I pleaded. I pledged allegiance. I just wanted To breathe. [DJSCRATCH] “What am I even writing about?” [PART 2: HER] Then I saw her. Truth stripped naked. Lies folded neatly On the floor beside her. Creature of darkness. Creature of light. The first touch. The first rush. The first reason To stay up all night. Daddy wounds. Closed eyes. Broken wills. Fake goodbyes. Blessed. Yet never risen. Above the prison She inherited. [BEAT SWITCH] [PART 3: THE SYSTEM] Advocates advocating. Narratives narrating. Parents parenting. Children inheriting. Dreams downloaded. Thoughts uploaded. Choices chosen Before we knew We had them. Peace remains in pieces. Scattered puzzles Across the floor. Everyone fighting wars. Nobody remembers What they’re fighting for. [DJSCRATCH] Seriously… What am I even writing about? [PART 4: BRAIN CHEMISTRY] Stress fills my belly. Dopamine sells me. Serotonin tells me Everything’s okay. Until it isn’t. Neurotransmitters negotiating Terms and conditions. Consciousness trapped Inside subscriptions. Black and white thinking. Gray area missing. Everybody searching Everywhere else. Instead of themselves. [BEAT DROP] [PART 5: NPC] Artificial intelligence. Artificial significance. Nothing means anything. Until we think. And that’s when it happens. THAT’S WHEN WE THINK. Books. Notes. Goals. Quotes. Puking truths. Shitting beliefs. Running from relief. Created by creators Creating creation. Promising greatness. While forgetting What already is. [DJSCRATCH] [PART 6: RELIGION] Three cheers For inherited certainty. Preachers preaching. Teachers teaching. Followers following. Questioning forbidden. Secrets hidden. Thought suspended. Who saves us? God? The Devil? Christ? The preacher? The therapist? Or the voice Inside us? [BEAT SWITCH] [PART 7: PIMP TALK] I’m a poetic God. Finger-fucked by thought. Dragging meaning Across paper. Like a wounded prophet. I ain’t Baptist. Mormon. Catholic. Protestant. I’m whatever survives When the labels die. Chain dangling. Hat bent. Holy Ghost Got the message. Wheeeew… [PART 8: THE JOKE] Button-up too bright. Comb-over too tight. Dad hat. Penny loafers. Thong sandals. Everybody posing. Everybody selling. Everybody yelling. Nobody listening. I’m on my… “Ain’t no tellin’.” [DJSCRATCH] [FINAL PART: HOPE] BUT WAIT. There’s still hope. There’s still breath. There’s still choice. There’s still movement. There’s still change. There’s still life. There’s still us. There’s still tomorrow. There’s still meaning. There’s still reason. There’s still… Three Days Grace. “It’s Never Too Late.” [OUTRO] Maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s everything. Maybe that’s the joke. (Vinyl crackle) (Lonely scratch) (Fade)

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