cut the dark with fits of rage
it flairs before I can catch it's tail
then it hides deep within me
repressed feelings or hate?
I don't know
I express what I feel or sense
but my mind can only wrap around so much
flooded with thoughts foreign to my own
I get confounded with emotion
channeled in or drip fed I look away and still I see
the wraiths that haunt me
it's no coincidence that I can feel you with every wave
if I am created so differently?
do I bare the blame of receiving information?
I brush against a soul and am knocked on my ass
as visions of their truest of nature assaults me
but society tells me to ignore my instincts
that mysticism and telepathy are bullshit
still, I tell you the truth
I am but a receiver of knowledge
broadcast from elsewhere