by Mark Tullius
They call us Thought Thieves, but it's not like we have a choice. All the sick twisted things rolling around in people's heads, we can't help but hear.
That's why they rounded us up, stuck us in this little town. It's to make you feel safe. But they can't keep us here forever.
It's Day 100 and it's all gonna end. One way or another, I'm getting out of Brightside.