Townshend Listen, I am transmitting, from a place far beyond space, far beyond taste You can not touch me, you can not see me You can not hear me, you can not beat me But I am you, I am one person who was totally true I am transmitting, straight to you Through this grid, can you see? Use your eyes open them optically No longer tied to a place, a notion of grace Time is something that I takenly waste to listen to carefully I have news for you, this hole grid that you lock into That's why it's a grid, it controls you, it controls your thought All those things you just saw on your television And with a push of your remote bu*ton you just bought They do not exist, they do not persist They will not have a history beyond this pa**ion and this point And this way that I try to anoint your mind with thought Listen very carefully, this is what you saw but didn't know you where looking for it Why is it, that you talk constantly but know body's listening? Talking, hearing, thinking, sinking, drinking of the one blood that we all share You don't share anything with me but real true fear.