Total Telepathy

 Total telepathy, contemplate that,

no-one living separately, people know where it's at. 

How does that feel, to have nothing hidden? 

What if it was for real? & no I ain't kiddin'.

What's the first secret, that comes to your mind? 

What if you can't keep it? What if people weren't blind? 

They all know who you fancy, they all know who you've screwed. 

They know when your panties, went down & for who. 

 

They know your desires, they know all your fears, 

they know all you lies, and they see all your tears. 

You can't go indoors, and have a good cry,

 no more civil war & no more darn lies. 

They know you wet your knickers & s**t in your pants, 

they know that your d**k is the size of an ant. 

You know who's a hooker, & who's been to one, 

who's has had orgies & who's lived as a nun. 

 

They know who's a virgin, and who's f****ed like rabbits,

no one needs learning, you see their 'bad' habits. 

They know you wanna be a hero & that you wanna get fame, 

& that you think Neo, is your Christian name. 

 

They know that you sing, when no-one is there, 

they know of your flings, they know of your affairs. 

There are no passwords, & there are no dramas, 

everything's heard, so there's neural 'karma'. 

They know when you're thirsty, they know when you're weak, 

they know when you're 30, in a couple of weeks. 

They know that your make up, took two hours long, 

& that as soon as you wake up, you think everything's wrong. 

 They know when you masterbate & what you fantasise. 

They know that you ate one too many pies. 

 

They know you think your bum's too big & your tits are too small,

they know your shoe size, your figure yeah they know 'bout it all. 

They know that you worry, that your nose is too long. 

They know you ate curry, after smoking a bong. 

 They know your s**t's runny & that you just had a wank. 

They know how much money, you have in the bank. 

They know what you've stolen, they know you're a thief. 

They can see through your role, and just ain't it a relief. 

They know your vibrator, is under the bed,
they know who you hate, they know who you want dead.

 

Now others can read you, like a friggin' e-book, 

transparent, see through you in one simple look. 

They know all your shallow dissing & gossip, 

you carry no shadow, no skeleton in your closet. 

They know Aunties cardigan, went straight in the bin, 

that's part of the bargain, when liberation kicks in. 

Does it feel scary? Does it, I bet. 

You're a little too lairy, than you wanna be yet. 

"Give me some time, like a few thousand years, 

to realign, and to face all me fears". 

Time is forever, and forever is now, 

so stop being 'clever' & you can allow... 

 

your dissolving ego, to set your heart free. 

You don't weight a kilo, energetically. 

It feels like you're dying, and re-born from above. 

Now you are flying, now you are love.