Tell a, tell a fact

Tell us a fact before you know it

This is telepathic and you don't even know how you know it

This is telepathic and empathic and sympathetic just go into your inner mind and go on ask it

This is not television, this is telepathic

And not just a revision or syllabication

This is telepathic

And not just semantics

Tell a fella or tell a girl fella, give it a whirl and leave it in neural transmute your apprehensions to neurotypical transmissions

Transmitting and smitting through words that be fishing in collision of neuroplastic mysticisms

But still be telling the teletransmissions of this transmissional act of contrition

Yep, yep

Tele-empathic communication will be made of that shit

Don't be afraid

Be not afraid

This is how telepathic communication's made and is displayed

While you all still refer to your books and your crooks prison handbooks

Believe it, no

But someone out there understands all of what I'm saying, so there

Don't believe me, I don't care

Because someday you'll be the one and I swear

Saying the same shit and not caring who cares or believes what you're saying or dares others to dare and test it out and transmit that shit

Believe it or not to all of it

(Skrrt)

Effideler on the skiddeler over the middle of the inner work is well or unchous

Spelldeler on the ziller my driller and zipper of cold

You know that you're chasing something not known

But on it all, you're chasing the shiver me timbers of bold while I hold so bold a load

Of timelines, a time after time

Although the punchlines that you left fucking in my mind are arrows of assumptions

Oh the gumption

Not the merry kind, but sharp little whispers that make logic pale in conjunction

What a function

So I'm talking about something pale in comparison, not a character garrison

Nah, I'm talking deep cuts

You know the real secrets that hide

You know the kind that makes saints roll their eyes

Oh the crazy, right?

Yep, yep

Oh the eyes within the lies of the eyes that size up and idolize true eyes in the lies

Deny as we rely and idolize the very same tides that shift as they roll as they roll up the tides

Those moves that nobody even ever knows

So chin up, buttercup

It's about to get low and bumpy, hold tight your horses are very roly-poly

In this thumpy to dumpy, not scary no promises made, just a wild wild tryst on all with a fade

And each kiss is different

Each tale that it holds is a kiss to remember and a kiss to unfold

A kiss on the hand, a kiss on the cheek

A kiss to remember, a kiss to be bleak

A kiss in the dark where secrets seep

Then a kiss wakes up dreams that you thought were asleep

A kiss that's a spark in the dead of the night

Turning all of your thought dead into sight