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This is my favorite lyric I've written in recent memory, maybe my favorite ever. It's essentially inquiries directed at a super-human mind-reader, who is addicted to using his gift/curse, right before he is lost in all the thoughts and knowledge he has acquired throughout his life.

JUNKIE TELEPATH

Intro (spoken)
In this world, there exists nothing so evil as the darkness - The destrctive influence of the lies we tell ourselves
If we let it, it will bury us in the heaviest black - So pure and thick that the Sun cannot shine through the soul's open window
But inside you and I, there is a light that we may harness - A powerful place of love in our mind, that can tear us from the grip of hell
This exists in all but he, the junkie telepath, the lonely one - For him, the temptation of information is an eclipse of the Sun
Today, it swallows his being, whether or not he knows - And with no choice, through the gates of hell he goes

Verse 1
What's it like, reader of thought?
Oh, all the things you know
Are they your's or not?
Other's fights you've fought
Oh, the vicarious woe

Chorus, Pt. 1
The junkie telepath, living such a lonely life
Forever battling the demons we try to hide
Carrying the burden of humanity's lies

Verse 2
Second-hand psychonaut
Oh, just how is it so
That your mind's not shot?
Death by psyche rot
Oh, should've died long ago

Bridge (spoken)
You have to wonder
Did he ever once consider the palpable likelihood of his downfall? - Or was he so littered with foreign trash, he couldn't find his thoughts at all?
You have to wonder
Was it ignorance or longing that cast a shadow on the Sun? - For the junkie telepath, insatiable super-sentient one
You have to wonder
Did he ever think the pursuit of knowledge would become all he'd know? - That he would be lost in such pain, vicarious woe? - That with no choice, through the gates of hell he'd go?

Repeat Chorus, Pt. 1

Chorus, Pt. 2
Junkie telepath alone he dies
In an internal war of ten thousand minds
His the only one he could never
Could never get inside

Verse 3
You must feel like a robot
Overloaded, 'bout to blow
But concern, you have not
Human fears, you've never got
No feeling as your processors slow

Repeat Chorus, Pt. 1 and 2

Verse 4
Lessons learned, the things we're taught
To you, psychic, do they matter not?
Only thing you could never know
That you should've taken it slow
But you didn't, could never know
That you'd reach the end with naught
Now, left with nothing to be sought
Oh, your head does quietly go

Repeat Chorus, Pt. 1 and 2

Repeat Chorus, Pt. 2 (x4)

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