Blindfold

The reach of the mind exceeds the reach of the law
What we do and say here is our own
So call it decision to burn the curtains down
And let the light shed its skin on our bed

I will slice a long and slippery organ out of you
If you touch the naked craters of my bestial back
A cold iron chain pulls your ivory skin
Through the greatest steel fence of my heart

So subject your flesh to the will of the wind
Let the vultures tear it apart
With a flare in your eye, and a style in your step
And a language that is state of the art

What is love
What is love
What is love

What is anything without knowing what you are
If you came to be anything at all
I have no tricks up my sleeve, I have no places to be

I'm Alive
I'm Alive
I'm Alive

Stand up when epiphany's lightning strikes
You can make the news known if you'd like
Or regroup with your crowds to take cover from the clouds
How they scatter the creatures of light

While deep in the darkness
Where the only vision rests
In eternal flowing fountains
Dripping from the priceless porcelain claw

Where the sleeping messiahs
Share their blood from a cup
And through their blindfolds
Can see more than just our silhouettes

But now back to the sun, where the clear waters run
And the birds perch on buildings and trees
Where the charming young squire, in his artful attire
Squeezes grapefruits dry with his knees

Small clean houses in rows, fresh air filling your nose
This whole universe must be at peace
When there is money in your pocket, and there is bread on your table
And you're blessed every time that you sneeze